Hi Mike Church,
Thanks, that was sort of nice.
I remember the shadows.
I used to see them stalking from the corner of my eye, usually during nightmare season. Those were the nights I knew to stay awake . . . or at least sleep somewhere odd where the nightmares would not know to find me . . .
Now I see shadows different. My favorite are when I take my hands and make wall and ceiling shadows for my baby girl. Her favorite is just a simple hand spider on the ceiling that gets bigger and bigger (moving closer to the light bulb) until the ceiling is covered, and the legs start down the walls.
Her eyes get big, she smiles, and she just laughs and laughs. At one-year-old she seems smarter than I did in my twenties and thirties.
My shadows are just of me, I guess you, too?. Happy me has happy, fun shadows, Dark, scary me had dark, scary shadows.