Village Above

 In its darkened essence, I've found that the flavorless midnight sky holds its gaze as much as I do. On some nights, that gaze is a symbol of disturbance. And on some, desire. Which one it is at the moment or which one it'll be tomorrow is beyond my comprehension. Midnight's symbolic significance becomes apparent after a few days of its own. Yet on some nights of its own, it chooses the meaning to be known.

Once looked at through a secondary pair of eyes, I realize that it is not the meaning behind it that matters to me but the symbols of the midnight sky themselves. Be it a senseless breeze rushing in and out of my balcony on a rainy night, be it a silent and warm hour of its own. Finding out what matters to me in this short span of an hour feels equal to a meal finally eaten on a busy day. There is now, for me, before the meal and after the meal. A span of existence subsequent to itself, a never ending cycle of time that is different each time yet somehow always the same.

The spider web on top of the lamp post meets its end with the coming of rain. Its residents scatter with a hurry, so as not to drown in the oncoming deluge. A rushed flight down the three meter fall offers a different ending than drowning to the spiders. They've been there all through the summer and most of the winter and now these lands they've called their home for such a long time has come to reclaim its own. Most of the spiders survived the initial part of the evacuation and made it to the ground. What awaited them now was an entirely new terror. Vanguard of the colony found themselves trying to make way for the rest of the convoy following close behind them. Rushing through the fast yet shallow current and reaching for the nearby gutter was no easy challenge but the spiders were resilient. They knew that what came upon them would pass soon enough. They suffered no casualties during the crossing and made sure everyone was accounted for. Way up above the gutter, there were hundreds of eyes, anxiously watching them make their way into the relative safety of the gutter. After an intense discussion among the elders of the Village Above, the decision to form a rescue party was made. Seventeen adult, strong and brave spiders took to the call. Within minutes, the scouting party readied and started making their way down the pipes to assist their kindred. Their way down was no easy task either. Rain water, overflowing on the roof was making its way down through the pipes and the spiders had to go above and beyond to avoid being caught in the downfall. Eventually the brave spiders made their way down to the distraught survivors of the colony. Let their kindred know that there was safe haven up above and they were more than welcome. Slowly but firmly all of the spiders made their way up the pipes and arrived at the Village Above. One of the survivors hugged the elders and said: "Oh sorrow! Your sons are heroes!"