A dragonfly rests motionless on my finger as I gently unravel the spider’s silk that is caught around its wings and thorax. It seems weightless, with its dark, slender body, and six fragile legs on my skin. I unwrap each strand until the dragonfly is free, yet it doesn’t move. We become a stillness that dissolves into the morning until  suddenly   it shimmers away     on brilliant wings transparent into the blue. Vanessa Proctor