Shadows are a strange and wonderful thing. People have written about them in a million different ways. They hold a bit of mystery, don’t you think?

They follow you. They lurk and linger. Shadows can belong to you or someone else. Sometimes they reside down a dark alley. Other times, shadows lie about on a late day afternoon lawn.

No matter where they are… something has preceded them. They move. And shift. They are forever changing.

Shadows can be short and fat, long and narrow, crooked, straight, high and low.

So tonight as I sit and write, it is just me and my shadow.  It is with me right here.  Yet, I can’t pick it up or hold it. I can’t lose it either.

But one thing is for sure. When you see a shadow, no matter how large or how small it may seem…. they is always a light shining somewhere.

There is always a source of light.

“Where there is much light, the shadow is deep”

– Johann Wolfgang von Goeithe