A very fragile morning...

Peace and quiet as usual. Coffea on the table, opened terrace doors and I suddenly saw what had been woven for me during the night...

 In the early morning sun, a spider's work, and he was waiting there in the middle!

All of a sudden a faint thud behind me! A bird had hit the window and fallen to the ground. It took a few hours, a bit of water and a chat and some flapping with the wings, and off she went!

Some things I experience stay longer than others, even the seemingly insignificant ones... 

So fragile and so strong

She had water and I had coffea and together we had a chat.