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.

I sit here feeling so deeply for something I know not. Not to know withdraws nothing from its power. The knotted gut takes weight from shoulders. Echoing thunder…