Walking through the woods to school, I try to catch the morning sun peaking through to glint on spiders’ threads, connecting one tree to another. Choosing my path, dodging the fine strands, I make my way along the damp trails. Aware of the obstacles, I keep my head down, focusing on the walk.
Supposing each step is the force behind the earth’s spin, I make my stride longer. A faster pace. Running now, I feel the sticky threads break across my face. Now, the sun is a little higher in the sky.