This sight stroke me as something deeply philosophical. There were men around cutting trees to get the historical part of the town ready for spring. I guess. Amidst all the leftover branches was a whole colony of snails. Well, not the snails themselves. I don’t know what happened to them or where they even came from. But they left their shells. Beautiful, but a clear sign that when something dies, it belongs to the shadows while life’s spots are on what is still going on….
More about ’shadowed‘: HERE