My shadow is a constant companion, always by my side. It stretches out behind me, a silent witness to my every move. It follows me wherever I go, mirroring my actions and taking on the shape of whatever surface it falls upon.
Some people may see their shadow as a burden, something to be avoided or ignored. But I see my shadow as a reminder of my own presence, a tangible manifestation of the person I am in the world. It reminds me that I am here, that I am real and that I am alive.
In the morning, when the sun is low in the sky, my shadow is long and thin, stretching out behind me like a tall, slender tree. As the day progresses and the sun moves higher in the sky, my shadow grows shorter and wider, taking on a more solid and grounded appearance.
But it is not just the sun that shapes my shadow. The contours of the ground and the objects around me also play a role in its form. As I walk through the park, my shadow dances and weaves among the trees and bushes, taking on their shapes and becoming a part of the landscape.
Even when I am still, my shadow is never completely still. It is constantly shifting and changing, a reflection of my own movement and the movement of the world around me.
There are times when my shadow seems to lead the way, guiding me forward and showing me the path ahead. And there are times when it lags behind, a reminder of all the things I have left behind.
But no matter what, my shadow is always there, a faithful companion on my journey through life. And as long as it is by my side, I know that I am not alone.