I dashed out the front door early in the morning prepared for another day’s work. A step or two down my front walkway I couldn’t help but notice the web that’d been built overnight in the butterfly bush that I hadn’t trimmed back at the end of last season.
I stopped and checked it out. It was like looking at magic, at crystals, at sparkles and dew drops and snowflakes; it was everything mystical and beautiful against a backdrop of gorgeous thick morning fog.
A creature- a spider- just doing what she does. One can’t help but wonder if she realizes the beauty she creates just by being herself.
Listening to What a Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong
