Each shadow brings to life an event I witness only a few seconds. Then like a burst of an ephemeral dream I am on to the next dreamy situation - barely touching reality.
I seem to chase shadows, they are so illusively, perfectly delicate- so dedicated to exactness and perfection but I can not touch anything.
When the sun comes out I burst out of my sleepy self. My happenstance is in the shadows.
On dark overcast days, I always want a soaking hot bath and lots of time to make decisions.