Day 9 — ladened with dew

The morning, dripping with dew as  each web is respun.

The slightest of wisps softly lifts from the surface as the sun clears a crystal path of warmth across this pond. Yes, the warm day already encroaches, as i pop open the top of my morning coffee* here in my nest whose sticks surround me with the lithe movement and grace of Matisse’s ringed dancers upon the blue painted surface.

*diet coke


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