Were they always there? These little cathedrals of silken gossamer threads, constructed secretly in amongst the fronds. How many did I crush underfoot, unaware, oblivious to the hours of meticulous traversing that had occurred.
Some shift in the meteorological composition rendered them visible for me this morning. The grass was covered with these tiny canopies of silvered thread and diamond dropped light. If only I could have got in underneath them and watched the sun rise through their transparent carapace!
I'm sure there is a metaphor within this; for beauty unseen that we trample unknowingly in our rush and bustle and harried hurrying scampering.
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