Water

Abstract

The day of magic draws to a close. The sun paints the clouds rose and magenta, then silently sets. The air cools, wringing out the water as dew. Argiope aurantia, the black-and-yellow argiope, sits on the zig-zag of silk in the center of her web and shakes the lines. They feel heavy. Argiope grows sluggish in the cool air. Dew condenses on her black hair and glistens on her gold bosses. She will catch nothing until morning. She grows torpid and sleeps the sleep of spiders, invisible in her bush of grey dogwood.