The artist is not in sight, but dinner is waiting for her. The long thread that holds her web to a fence on one side and a hedge on the other stretches at eye level. We bend to avoid it. We take care because we can. Because we have time to notice.
We are not running from war, wildfires, earthquakes, floods. We are not doom scrolling, furious, hunkered down. Instead, we appreciate the utile beauty of a spider web. It has survival value and strength, a work of art glistening with dew in the sun. A reminder of tenacious life.
Monica's Monday Morning Flash 
Some have to be like the spider for others to have the luxury of meandering and being solipsistic.
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I’ve seen some pretty meandering spider webs. Though usually, spiders are quite disciplined.
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