After all, I was widowed now! Wasn’t I supposed to be sad all the time?
I lay in the sun, and saw a spider. It was a tiny smudge against the blue. Long, desperate webs trailed from its body like a single stitch that bore witness to the little life hurtling through the sky. Rather than fix him in a physical place, this web stitched the spider into my mind. I often come back to him.
And here we are, with a whole life in plastic bags.