“That was a close call!” Mark can now exclaim aloud as he breaks the water’s surface. Paddleboard? Check. Paddle? Life Preserver? Who knows… they should appear magically by tomorrow…
As Mark puts hairs numbered 12,345 and 23,456 back in place, and as a Manta Ray glides quickly away, we are reminded (again) that Nature is as Nature does… that we, as land dwellers, are merely guests in this watery world. Oceans cover 70% of the globe. Hiding vast mountain ranges and life forms… Think about that… we have marveled at this for centuries, not being sure what lay at the horizon… imagine living in a world limited by your ability to see and perhaps walk, slowly, to test your boundaries… in the grand scheme of things, that wasn’t that long ago… a couple of ticks of the epochal clock.
The Daily Trail 
And speaking of ticks, or tics, how come Trail never seems to be bothered by tics, chiggers, or mosquitoes? Not that he would be here (perhaps?), but I don’t seem to recall Trail ever having to slap his arms or burn a match to detach a disease-spreading tic. Maybe he leaves that inspection to Cherry, who otherwise can at least fulfill her role of the worried wife.
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