Walking with my shadow.

February 3rd, 2014, 9pm

It was 16°C with nil significant cloud. The breeze was brisk.

How many people pay attention to their shadow? Sometimes so clear and sure, sometimes nothing but a wispy hint. For some reason, I started noticing today as I walked home from work. The street lamps painting a dramatic silhouette on the rough gravel.

I saw a tall, masculine shadow beside mine, but when its master walked past, I realized “he” was a small Japanese lady much shorter than I was.

Shadows make me think of Plato’s Cave. About shadow puppets. About Game of Thrones and how a small man can cast a large shadow.

About perception.

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