Yesterday, for a wedding, I went to Casa Loma in Toronto. By the time the event ended, dusk had settled and darkness had deepened. While returning, at the parking lot, under the glow of a nearby lamp, I happened to notice my shadow stretched across the ground where I was standing. When I saw the slightly elongated shadow at an angle, I suddenly felt as if I were looking at a painting. Without delay, I captured that moment with my phone camera.
My dearest companion, who never parts from me—
Seeing you today,
for a fleeting moment I was spellbound.
Like an artist’s brushstroke
casting imagination and creativity
upon the stillness of reality,
you stretched out across the ground
as a painting.
O Shadow, you made my heart tremble.
For a moment, I stood enchanted, staring at you.
Could be, I am the only writer in this world
who has lost himself
upon seeing his own shadow.
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