Amidst the shrill sounds of cicadas breaking the silence, I noticed this little one crawling leisurely on the leaf galls. So small, he was almost invisible if I didn't get close. Strangely, the sound of the cicadas suddenly changed to sound like a violin, following the slow movement of this snail. I love that kind of atmosphere.
I kept watching the snail as it crawled slowly without stopping. Those tentacles stretched out elastically. The persistent little one seemed tireless, while my eyes were tired of following his languid movements. After capturing some photos, I left him while the violin's sound had not stopped.
