Shadowing my Shadow


I am shadowing my shadow.  It’s an odd situation, one I’m not used to, but yes, I follow behind and cannot catch up.  I see my shadow legs stretching far ahead; no matter how I scurry, the stick legs slide along the pavement, getting longer and longer.  Only my body stands in the way of them and the sun which has appeared at a slant behind me.

I am short, and my shadow is as long as a stork with a feathered body.

I am feeling different.  My body becomes lighter with every step.  I might fly.  I don’t think this is foreshadowing, an intimation that I’ll turn into a bird.  I feel mischievous, stepping on the edge of its feet as it races just beyond my reach.

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