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.