With Piggy on my head, and the cold winds of Spring biting my exposed face, I was sitting on the grass. Just sitting, feeling no obligations to do anything or be anyone. Just sitting.
The sun was setting, giving me beautiful tones and shadows to work with. I caught a glimpse of a spider web, just so.
The sun reflected off it, like a mirror, like a rainbow, like glitter.
The forms behind it, the dark green trees and the mildly blue sky were just were they were meant to be. They weren't going anywhere. It relied solely upon myself to capture what even the eye does not capture.
Seeing is believing; or was it believing is seeing?
