It was the shell that caught my eye as I was loading the back end of the Highlander yesterday. So absolutely perfect--it was about the size of a small marble with copper shading to brown-orange to a pearly apricot hues. It wasn't particularly large for a snail--I've seen far bigger with shells the size of fat brown walnuts. However, as it made its way through the water soaked concrete on the drive, it was one small image of perfect. Its feelers waved back and forth as its glistening gray body slid slowly through the water flowing down the drive.
Mason and I stooped and filmed its progress. I thought that he might touch or crush him but he was thoughtful and careful. The moment passed quickly--less than thirty seconds-- yet, the image of a perfect creature and Mason's voice have remained.
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