There was a slight drizzle as I looked up at the streetlight before me. Throwing light on the unseen, pointing the way for the sight, the rain drops were falling like golden drops in the rainy night. There it was, like a resilient ray of sunlight fighting the rain and the dark, a strand of spider silk streaking between a nearby branch and the post. Silent and still, it stayed apart and afloat, detached from the dark, from the gravity and from the drops.

I thought it beautiful.

I think I want to be that spider web.