The spider span her web, and knows through careful watching that her prey will fly into the web, and she and her little ones will feed again.
Me, I wait for the day some books sell. This is a long, and possibly futile wait because there is no guarantee anything may happen. I feel like the Japanese soldier tied to the tree, long after WW2 ended, waiting for something you think will happen.
I wonder, if like him, am I waiting for something to happen, that has passed me by? And still I wait.