one of those september mornings in late August... I shrink into the crystal cradle webs of tiny spiders, as they finger through their labyrinths with ease. a dew beaded beetle sits quietly on the flower, later when a little dried it is seeking the delights inside the flowers along with the bees and vivid blue flies. As I watch a cool damp footed bee lands on my finger. I fall into the blue sky and laugh til my body aches.