Anna's Dream

In Anna's dream a massive spider toils on a new web, stretched across two bushes, its busy legs weaving an ancient pattern, the sunrise moisture still glistening on warming leaves, with only silk and slight breeze for tools.

Anna watches in rapt fascination, her old, wicker rocker creaking the old porch planks. The focused spider is oblivious to her gazing, speeding up its efforts with precise, efficient movement, as artist, engineer, or magician.