ephemeral light at dusk, in the glen, enhanced the prettiness of silken webs strung from tree boughs, having them appear so like liquid glass. she remarked to herself, while absorbed in their beauty, how alike they were to a Dreamcatcher too. nature's net, catching prey for little widows, large birdeaters and stray dreams alike.

it was inspiration.

she returned the following day and sat crosslegged on a log, sketching it.