SPIDER WEBS

SPIDER WEBS
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The sun is shining bright, and the wind is gently blowing.
And for a fraction of a second, the thin thread of a spider’s web is illuminated on a tree branch outside my window.
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I am easily distracted by shiny things.
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So I pause,
waiting,
hoping that the wind will blow just right to get to see the thread sparkle again.
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It does.
This time the opposite end of the thread lights up!
I didn’t know the web started over there.
I lean back, rock side to side a little and strain my eyes, trying to catch the sun light just right so I can see the whole strand glimmer.
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It doesn’t work.
I moved so much that it totally disappears.
But from here, I see another strand on different branch.
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Its shorter, and is angled towards me.
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The breeze blows again, and I see the entirety of the short web strung between two branches.
What joy and excitement this gives me!
I am thankful the wind and the sun chose to reveal this beauty to me.
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Just as fast as it was illuminated, it disappears again.
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But I can hold that image in my mind’s eye.
I know that strand is there.
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My eyes dart back towards the first thread.
I hope against hope that I might see it again, and see it wholly.
I catch a glimpse of the middle as the breeze nudges the strand away from me.
The wind stretches the thread and it appears as a bowl,
wide enough to hold all my hope.
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Now I know where to look.
I piece together what I’ve seen, and try and conger up the parts that are missing.
The first glimmer was there, on the branch with three leaves.
I caught sight of end of the thread here on the branch jetting towards me.
And the middle bowed out in between with the breeze.
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I hold my breath.
Stay completely still.
Keep my eyes focused on that spot.
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The sun shines.
The breeze blows.
The thread glimmers in the middle,
the light shoots up and rushes to the spot I first saw!
I tilt my head ever so slightly,
and the light flows back down towards the strand’s end.
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YES!
I saw it!
All of it.
A sigh of relief.
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I remember the short strand and shift so I can see it too.
I take a step back.
Widen my focus.
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There are hundreds of threads strung across all the branches that are hanging over my fence.

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