Saturday, August 16, 2025, 53.6*, 86% RH, 0745
A night of coming and going, not in dreams, the body urging me to move into a more comfortable position and once there to move again. Zsolt barks at first light wanting ... Perhaps he heard something, thought I should know. Now, all is quiet, all is still. Heavy dew sits everywhere except in my chair covered by an open umbrella. I sit there recording Saturday morning.
Last night a platter spider wove a web between the round flat-topped solar disk and the pole holding it. A good place to catch flying things seeking light. Chris and I watched the spider, size of a quarter, investigate his catch. He told me of spiders coming from crevices as he dismantled horse stalls. This morning the web, the bodies have disappeared. The platter spider waits until evening to begin again his weaving.
Unlike the platter spider, what we weave today remains in the hearts and lives of others.
Art: LJ Austin “Reverence”
