The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single, somewhat sticky, glide.
Perspective is everything. To a slug, last night’s journey across our deck was a major trek: the kind that sends us into weeks (months?) of planning, packing gear, readying food … it’s a complicated trail, filled with switchbacks and chasms, and even a little elevation gain.
Perhaps our deck was this slug’s Appalachian Trail. Grateful for the strange leftover beauty of a slug’s journey.