Time unused and only endured still vanishes, as if time itself is starving, and each day is swallowed whole, leaving no crumbs, no memory, no trace at all.

Sometimes life can be slow.

@tgiarnese Bayview

It was for writer Elisabeth Tova Bailey. When she falls ill with a mysterious virus, she is confined to bed, her life shattered. For her amusement, a friend brings her a common snail, the inspiration for this humbling book.


Intrigued by the snail’s world, Bailey becomes an obsessive observer of the tiny creature.

The lowly but splendid snail takes center stage in the book. Bailey notes the similarities between her and her snail~ the slow pace at which they move, the fact that they’re both in the process of adapting to changed environments.

Times passes, Bailey’s health improves and she returns the snail to the woods, along with 117 of its children.

The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating.  Sometimes life flies by.


Toni 2/7/16