The Silvery Runway

I squeezed beneath the front door's draft stopper and marched straight out onto the cool stone porch! Gliding steadily across a smooth paver was a tiny garden snail, laying down a glistening, silvery trail. It looked just like the runway I taped down last night, only completely liquid and shimmering! I dropped into an eager squat right alongside its path, resting my plush hands on my knees to study its progress. Being careful not to bump its shell, I tapped my little black shoes in time with its slow crawl, squeaking out enthusiastic words of encouragement for its morning patrol!