Two mornings in a row, my side mirror spider has come out to say hello.
The same one that built a web on the glass months ago, steady through rain and wind.
Spiders are weavers. Connectors. Patient builders of invisible lines that hold more than they seem.
Lately I’ve been dreaming of them too.
Maybe it’s not coincidence. Maybe it’s a reminder.
To keep building quietly, to trust what’s unseen.
