Well, not so little sometimes.
My ShadowEveryone feels like a shadow sometimes... not really there, a figment of the imagination. Sometimes we wish we could be shadows; to slip in unannounced, seen but not recognized and able to fade away when the sun goes behind a cloud. To be a shadow, sometimes comforting... sometimes lonely; just remember... you can't have a shadow without the sunshine!
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow--
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an India-rubber ball,
And he sometimes goes so little that there's none of him at all.
He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close behind me, he's a coward you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
Submission for PhotoFriday topic "how I see myself". (end of post)
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