Sketchy Weather

A winter sun doodles dandy-long legs shadows over my eyelids. Closed eyes from the glare, now an insectivore brush of fine shadow hairs. Knuckles rub eyeballs until they water. Sunlight jumps into the day again plays 'hide and seek' around passing clouds. A patchy sky dumps a snow flurry down the back of coat. Squirm, wet spine, squirm. Do a little dance with tingling toes. "A daddy-long-legs is not a spider, though it is an arachnid related to the scorpion family." Later on, mind winces upon reading this. Sun shadows akin to scorpions, not a thought to play with when your back is still damp and cringing.