*misty mourning

The world is full of spiders.

In these misty times, it becomes even more obvious, as their diligently constructed webs become visible, and I never get tired of admiring them.

We are having such heavy storms right now – the wind howled all night, and the branches of the firs kept clacking against the roof of our home. Dreams of broken-off trees haunted me.

And the storm goes on.

☙