keeping my head down

~detail: Blind Enough to See

~detail: Blind Enough to See

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.