The early morning sunlight, filtering laterally through the trees, gradually reveals Spider’s web. In some, Spider shows as the very “bull’s eye”. Others appear as a finely spun parachute, between the plants closer to the ground.
The Woods is silent, save for the flitting in the shrubbery that is known to be tiny birds, already busy at work. The sounds of something dropping from the high canopy of the Douglass Fir lets it be witnessed that Squirrel is avidly gathering in the tree top. Tap, tap, tapping in one direction, squawk of Blue Jay in another, some minor chirping in some areas. The Woods is silent, save for these.
A minor rustle of a transparent breeze in the tree tops indicates to head further down the trail. It is good to be on the lookout for where Spider has crossed the trail in the night, as the first person down this trail most likely will encounter Her trailings at face level, or even across arms bared.
To be able to stand in the peace and serenity of the early morning Woods, the first one to arrive and see the lighting, sounds and events that later travelers will not notice, is a blessing.
We should treat each day of life, as if we were the first one entering the early morning Woods.
Peter J Quandt