The cool morning breeze brushed across my face as I clutched the warm ceramic of my morning latte. Movement caught my eye drawing it upward looking towards the rising sun. I wouldn't have noticed it if the wind hadn't moved it just as it captured the sun's glistening ray of light. It's back, I thought. I had just swept it away with the swipe of a broom two days earlier. Buts its owner and creator quickly re-built. I'm amazed at how something so delicate can be so strong--how it weathered last nights storm with wind gust powerful enough to topple a heavy lawn chair yet this delicate architecture remains intact. Rain beat the roof like percussion at a rock concert, yet the structure remains strong and untouched. Each tiny fiber so thin--carefully and strategically woven into place to create such beauty and purpose, held only into place by a few carefully placed strands of fiber. No one is home or occupying this artful creation--as they were absent at the time of my sweeping. The builder rebuilt after my destruction showing such determination for survival. Much like the barn swallows that rebuild their mud nests time and time again after my husband so dutifully knocks them to the floor before their families arrive. Their will and determination amazes me. I think I'll leave the broom inside today and marvel at this beautiful piece of artwork--a natural dream-catcher I'll accept as a gift from a determined little spider.