I looked up - blue sky and thin white clouds. The air felt clear and crisp with a hint of coolness. The streams of fog were emitting from the pond.
I looked down - the path covered with mud, broken branches, and yellow and brown leaves. They reminded me of last night's howling wind and pouring rain.
I felt a sharp warmth on my face. I looked up and squinted.
Silky strings illuminated between twigs.
They were weaved into a dense yet delicate structure, and a spider rested at the bottom of its creation.
The strings went up, down, right and left - it looked random, but it showed some patterns that only this spider knows.
Why did the spider decide to create a thick wide floor and sparse suspensions? Why not create a typical spider web?
My mind wandered.
When I feel energetic, my lines become bold and strong.
When I feel shy, my lines become hesitant and frail.
When I am relaxed, my lines flow.
When I am restless, my lines agitate.
What was the state of mind this spider had?