Day 54: The Shadow at Noon
12:03 PM, the sun hangs directly overhead.
Standing downstairs waiting for a friend, I look down and see my own shadow—shrunk into a tiny ball, clinging tightly to my feet, like a crouching little animal. Stamp on it once, it dodges, stamp again, it dodges again, but I can never quite catch it.
Suddenly I remember my favorite childhood game: chasing shadows. A few kids running wild on the playground, you stepping on mine, me stepping on yours, whoever's shadow gets stepped on loses. Back then I didn't understand—how could you ever catch a shadow? It's just where the
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