I wake up, brew a cup of fresh coffee and head outside to sip it on the patio. The stairs leading down from our house are strung with invisible threads that glint in the morning sun. As I walk through, they cling to my arms and legs, trailing behind me as I go.
I sip my coffee and imagine the weaver. A small brown spider who works diligently through the night. If I do it right, I can catch a human and feast forever.
But not this morning. She’ll have to try again tomorrow.
July 8, 2012 at 3:15 pm
“feast forever” I love it!
This little post makes me want to write again.
July 10, 2012 at 8:01 am
Thanks Amie! Funny how easily time slips by between postings. I remember a day when I could hardly bear to post just once a day. How did I have so much to say?!
July 13, 2012 at 7:47 am
Aaaaaaand, you say it so well…in petite little paragraphs, too…dangit ;)