Painfully sliding back into winter:
heavy gray skies… and snow coming tonight.
I sit in my office and watch a spider making his way down the
handle of my venetian blinds. I found him once before, in the
bathroom, and moved him to a houseplant, but he’s a wanderer.
He seems to like hard, smooth surfaces. I wonder what he eats,
and whatever it is, I’m thankful that he does.