We are having perfect weather here in Seattle. Blue skies, bright sun, cold nights. The spiders are spinning webs everywhere, munching up the last of the flying meals. I find four or five new webs every morning. They are not small. We try to keep the paths clear but twice in the last week people have come to the door looking utterly freaked out and sweaty–they walked unsuspectingly through a web. Sadly, I don’t care. All I care about is that this weather smells of autumn, and I remember: my birthday is coming. Life is good.
Posted on by Nicola Griffith