Blink.

Today was hallucinogenic lace. Threads of nothing from branch to no where and then gone. Lines across the eyes that lift and leave and we feel that it meant something, but it couldn’t, it wasnt there.

The spiders were balloning. Fine autumn weather and wolf,house and crab spiders take to the air throwing out gossamer lines to launch the next generation on the wind. Such wonderful faith in the future, they throw themselves on the hallucinary beauty of the breeze. We blink our slow eyes and almost miss the marvellously minute migration in the air all around us.

16 thoughts on “Blink.

  1. tanjabrittonwriter says:

    I like the notion of gossamer lace, Cathy, but am slightly perturbed by the notion of spiders swinging freely through the air. My deep-seated arachnophobia, though much, much better than in years past, still shakes its eights legs at me from time to time.

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