upon a sunset in my seventeenth summer...

the day was old and had begun to settle itself, as old people do. i was low in my deck chair, motionless under the shade of the overhang on the east side of my house. the sun was almost finished trodding over the mountains and the sky started to sherbert itself. there, above me, i glimpsed the multihued refraction of the last rays of the day upon a singular strand; a spider's thread. i followed this tether to the ground below and, to my astonishment, there lay the fat and brown and hirsuite culprit. definitely not an indigenous species, this king or queen arachid heaved its plump thorax across the concrete and into the shadows of the tall grass as i blinked, dumbfounded. it was then at that very moment i discovered that i liked girls.