In a room lit with early morning sun, the shadows dance like old friends speaking in forgotten tongues.
"Why do we think?" the inner voice asked, breaking the quiet askew balance of contemplation.
The answer whispered in the rustling leaves outside.
The warmth of sunlight on the soul often births more questions than it does answers. We journey in circles, around our own thoughts and fears, like water swirling down a drain.
Talking to shadows can be a profound experience. Sometimes they reflect what we don't want to see; other times, they are just darkened friends sharing our quietude.
What do your shadows say?... is sometimes best understood in simple arcs and lines, like the curves of a drawn wave.
Ride the wave