A better morning could not be had if I’m looking for perspective. The cold has crept into the air and settled into the once warm ground, bringing a fog that hangs tightly at all corners. The best weather for web spotting. The dew hangs on the delicate strands, adorning the bare twigs and branches with strands of diamonds. It illuminates the meanderings and hard work of the spiders that live all around my home, of which there are many thanks to the river and woods close by.
The spider creates beauty just by being, just by going along it’s little way. If what it has made falls apart, which it inevitably will, it starts the process over because it is all it knows how to do.
The means to gain happiness is to throw out from oneself, like a spider, in all directions, an adhesive web of love, and to catch in it all that comes.
-Leo Nikolaevich Tolstoy