Winter was always a lonely time for me. I am old. Well, old
in spider years anyway.
I've had many children, many mates. I have seen to many
cold, lonely winters.
I wonder what happened to the old me. The young me actually.
I didn't used to look for a meaning. I was satisfied.
Life's boring in winter. There's no rain here, only cold.
Joint- freezing cold.
When my food run out, and when I understood that no more
food is to come to me, I went out looking for it. As they
say- if itsy-bitsy won't go to the water spout- the water
spout will come to him. So I went out venturing.
The cold grew worse the further away from my home I went. I
was standing (since my old legs don't allow me to sit
anymore.) on some kind of fabric, in the warmest spot I
could find, thinking that here I would die. I didn't want to
die. I needed to fulfil my destiny. What ever that was.

So I took a chance, and went for a little run out in the
open ground. I had to move or else I would have been frozen
in the position I was in for the last couple of days.
The human who lived here is ok I guess. I think she likes
me. I know she's aware that I am here, and does nothing
about it. Either she doesn't care, or she wants me to stay.

We have a mutual understanding. Though she is a bit moody
sometimes and unfriendly.
So though I knew she was somewhere around me (she makes a
hell of a noise) I went for a little jog. Out from my
corner, and on to the unnatural hard and cold ground.
I ran a bit. Then I had to stop, to catch my breath. Then I
ran a bit further, but since I didn't want to risk going to
for, I ran back and then ran three more times in the
circular running route I have conjured for myself.
Then it happened. She noticed me. I heard the rumbling noise
that is her voice speaking to me. God know why she thinks I
can understand her.
Anyway, I hid under some kind of cover, in the corner. I was
hoping against all hope that this isn't my end. That I have
still have time in my life to do what I'm destined to do. To
at least find out what I'm destined to do.
I saw a huge object come at me, and her wielding it. She
missed me. She tried again. She missed again, but the hit
was too close for comfort. Talk about unfriendly! What have
I ever done to her?!
I saw her hesitate for a moment. Looking to see if she hit
me or not. I took my chance and ran. As fast as I could. I
found refuge in a great shadow, and she seemed unwilling to
hunt me anymore. Maybe god put mercy in her soul for a sad
and lonely thing as me.  I was safe for the time being.

After a couple of days, she saw me again. I was back in my
home, waiting for something to help me through the winter of
my life. I have given up hope of finding a purpose for my
pathetic being. I comforter myself in the thought that I, at
least,  will die soon.
Then she came. And looked at me. But not as before. She
looked at me with thanks.
And I knew I could die in peace. For I have fulfilled my
greater goal, my destiny.
Looking into her eyes I saw she remembered me. Not only
that, but for a short while, I was her muse.