In our little neighborhood, some of us have short trees in our tiny gardens between which spiders sometimes spin webs. In the morning with the sun just off the horizon and in the evening as the sun goes down these webs glisten. Then we can see the spiders who have constructed these webs and the flurry of insects who have been caught in them.
"Shouldn't we swipe these webs away?" I asked our neighbor Morimoto-san, who moves with grace, like a lazy ballet dancer. "Aren't their webs a mess?"
"Oh," said Morimoto, "they have worked so hard. And perhaps they think the world outside their web is a mess."
- Eliza B.