Lately I keep stumbling upon stories of engagements and whirlwind love. Every one of them has ended beautifully. Despite my awkwardness and terrible luck I’m still a complete romantic. One day a man will say something clever to me and we’ll fall madly in love forever.
I pulled back the shower curtain this morning and found that I had torn the egg sack of a spider between the lining and curtain. She quickly went back to work repairing it. My entire shower I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Her work was so quick, methodical and precise. It was beautiful. She was making lace to house her soon to be children. She used her whole body to make it. Every leg was moving, her head, her spindle. It was such a work or art that I couldn’t let it get to me that soon there would be more spiders in my bathroom. Instead I watched in awe as Mama Chuck kept weaving. Maybe I’ll regret that decision in a few days, but as for now I’ll find comfort in it’s beauty.
One benefit for where I work is that right out the doors is a prime location for flash mobs.
