I’m being followed by a moon shadow
Leapin’ and hoppin’ like a moonshadow
~Cat Stevens (Moonshadow, Tea for the Tillerman)
We have a shadow, an outline of our body, a constant, always with us. It may not show our depth or our brightness, but it reminds us that we are not alone.
In playful times, we make figures with our hands’ shadows on the walls. We get childish pleasure in seeing the duck, for example, materialize from the dark shapes, even as we know for certain it’s just the shadows of our hands.
Light, silhouette. Reality, perception.
What is your favorite finger shadow figure?
[In the spirit of providing daily commentary, I’m adding digraphs, those two letters that unite to consistently form a single sound, to my A to Z posts.]