This morning, I got up and logged onto the computer to pay my bills. And then I happened to glance outside and see what a fabulouso morning was going on. It was so foggy or, as I like to say, mystical. But behind the fog, I could already see that a wonderful, blue sky was hiding.
So I promptly got dressed and ran outside to play.
And what did I see? All along the Quay, magic had happened. It became clear to me immediately that there was some sort of a party the night before. Thousands of spiders had chosen that very night to spin their beautiful and intricate webs that were glistening with morning dew. It was spectacular!
Every flower and bush was decorated with gossamar thread and in between the posts of the railings, spiders had competed for the best and biggest web.
The best part of all: the webs in the planters were linked together by threads of spiderwebbing as if one spider had decided that he was going to paint the town red. Or as it would have it (th)re(a)d.
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