propelling itself from its web on the ceiling
down down down
to the pile of dirty dishes
I was about to wash.
I don't mind spiders,
even when they are inches from my face
~ they're nature's architects, you know.
So, I stood still
and let it pass,
down down down
on its way to another dark corner ~
'to weave what? and where?' I wondered.
I looked down
and quietly started
washing the dishes,
random thoughts trapped
in the waxy web still clinging to the ceiling.
Thank you Shoonyata, for helping me remember my evening in these words. It's not much, but it'll do.
And thank you RJEvans, for your enchanting and enlightening words and photographs, describing the architecture of arachnids and the wonder of the webs they weave.
Tonight was a strange series of dominoes falling.
And so I leave you with some wonderful quotes from a wonderful story ~ Charlotte's Web ~ because everyone should have a Charlotte in their lives.
Wilbur: I think you're beautiful.
Charlotte: Well, I am pretty. Nearly all spiders are good looking. I'm not as flashy as some, but I'll do.
Wilbur: Are you writers?
Charlotte's daughters: No, but we will be when we grow up.
Wilbur: Then write this in your webs, when you learn: This hallowed doorway was once the home of Charlotte. She was brilliant, beautiful, and loyal to the end. Her memory will be treasured forever.
Charlotte's daughters: Ooh, that would take us a lifetime.
Wilbur: A lifetime. That's what we have.
Charlotte: Trust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They'll believe anything they see in print.