I like shadows. Perhaps the substance in their nothingness attracts me.
Perhaps this is why I shadow-danced the other day in a local state park, Trap Pond, on my way home from Thanksgiving weekend. It was one of those beautiful late fall days–not even chilly enough to require wearing a jacket.
Having spent several summers camping at Trap Pond when I was a teenager is one of the reasons I’m so drawn to this place. It’s changed drastically but somehow, not really. The basic pond remains and the bald-cypress trees still grasp their soggy-footed hold near the banks of the shoreline. These trees defy logic in their steadfastness to anchor just slightly offshore.
But today is about shadows.
Birds join me there – I see them flit across the ground. Their perches high above me cast tiny, barely perceivable shadows on the leaf-cluttered floor of the forest. And so it is I danced to music only I could hear.
And It’s almost as if I listened hard enough I might hear sounds of youth trickling across the pond — far-off laughter and chatter. Memories, another form of shadow, reaffirm that existence, remind me now of loves gained and lost — that long ago flutter of two hearts beating in rhythm in another dance…across another floor.
Wishing everyone a happy holiday season filled with lots of fond memories as you dance your way to plenty of new ones. Cheers, Taylor
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