“My Life’s spun in a web, What’s yours?”

An early August Sunday morning on alarm bells, I was up before everyone else. Took the bike keys swiveling around my fingers, Zipped the windcheater without any linger. Scooted over to the nearest lake shivering. The windcheater couldn’t cheat those razor-sharp raindrops, I was shuddering. With blinding sight, I made it safe to the place….