Shelter in Place, San Francisco, August 26, 2020
The spiders have had free reign in the garden since I was first sidelined by surgery and, more recently, kept indoors by the acrid smoke from distant fires. Left alone, they’ve stretched their webs across the paths and encircled vines and fountain. This afternoon, the wind switched course, blowing cool, clean ocean air down the hill and around our yard, and I got a few minutes to watch this little fellow who, like me, was holding his own against the gusts and enjoying the fresh air. We are all clinging to thin threads of hope these days, trying to hang on, whichever way the wind blows.