Life as a spider

Flowing water has for a long time been used as a meditative device.
Small fountains and ponds are often placed in areas designated for a tranquil retreat.
Here, as I sit placidly upon this wooden bridge, the ebb and flow of the river is doing just that. The smooth, billowing ripples, as well as the ambient sounds of the water flowing downstream provide perfect refuge from the chaotic outside world; A peaceful seclusion.
The bell in the clock tower chimes as it is now 3 O'clock. Each lonely water molecule carries on- undisturbed, transcending further and further down the sinuate stream.

In between the two wooden planks before me, a small spider drops down maybe an inch or so- only to take a quick peek outside, before he once again retreats to his woody home. What was he looking for? I wonder if this small arachnid ever experiences thoughts like my own- I wonder if he has time to reflect before he picks up his work boots and hard hat, and carries on constructing his intricately created home. Life as a spider.