There is a spider underneath the ledge at eye level. I cannot see it, though I know it is there. At last, with me in reverie, it emerges from its lair to inspect the balcony. A moment later, it scurries back to its shelter. I wonder why.
Author: Nick Saba
I'm a writer who practices ultrasound. Poetry is my passion, and Irony is my best friend. On my free time I take pictures of people's organs to help radiologists make diagnoses.
