My afternoon walk yesterday was, as always, beautiful … and packed with invitations to stray and play. Shadows force questions like Who am I? What is this? and Where do I belong?
Perspective: mini-brain me
No secrets: you can see right through me
Yeah, I’m a prickly troll
Scarier and scarier, a shadow looming
The troll shows her face and it’s not pretty
Correction: not ugly, just pointy
Your comments on shadow play and identity are eagerly awaited. By me, whoever and whatever I am.