by Antonio Napoli

A dry leaf hung from a thread of spider silk, suspended between the branch and the grass.
The wind played with it, with unusual lightness, making it spin.
“Why, oh spider, have you wasted a piece of your trap and your time?” asked the wind.
“Wasted! Think again about the facts,” replied the spider, who is known to be hungry even for future hunger.
“With all the webs I’ve patiently woven, I’ve caught nothing more than a handful of insects,” continued the spider. “Now, I can hardly believe that I’m holding the king of the air with a simple toy, made on a whim, without any prediction or hope. A thing done at random, without art…”
“Now I have things to do,” said the wind (and we all know how many matters it has around the world). “You’ll be left high and dry. Too bad for you,” it concluded.

But that day the spider understood that being constantly busy and full of worries is the web in which the wind, itself, and many others get trapped without even knowing it.