Scylla and Charybdis

I watched a spider yesterday at sundown. Slanting rays of light splintered thru the hanging branches of the trees across the street and over the top of the sage and sedum sitting not so far from me and settled on the little spider spinning her web, strand by strand.

I wouldn't have seen her, she was so small, but that golden light illuminated her and the silken threads she left behind as she raced out from the center of her web to the periphery over and over, out and back.

As I sat there watching her weave her web in the last light of day, I noticed a dragon fly perched not far away on a rock, darting out periodically as some gnatty thing flew by.

What a treacherous place for little flying gnatty things, sailing the waters between those two.

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