High above an old wooden deck the piece spanned a metre of thin air. It was anchored by invisible guy wires attached to the leafy branches of a so-called “junk” Manitoba Maple tree.
The exquisite weaving glistened silver in the morning light. Its complexity was dazzling.
Fine threads formed a delicate hexagonal plane that slowly undulated in the soft breeze. Dewy moisture lit each strand in hope that humanity might notice Nature’s impossible design.
Two lucky people stood beneath, heads tipped back, eyes startled wide, hearts burning within them. An hour later evaporation made the wild, wet web disappear.
to receive glory and honor and power,
for you created all things,
and by your will they exist. "
Psalm 104
