Peek-a-boo ICU. The pickles wink. The toast is ready with melted cheddar, mustard, and a couple hamburger dills. Add the egg, and bite into a substantial wake-up sandwich.
The sky is full of floating, gleaming spider silk. Baby spiderlings have cast their fates to the wind, ballooning off to new territories, or wrapping telephone wires. Sinking to earth, the silk drapes flower beds and fences. We have been t.p.ed by fairies and Jack Frost. We have been gossamered!
May your valley of dreams be draped in pale orange silk. Nighty night.
© 2013 Nancy L. Ruder