the blue muse

Pattern and texture, white space and curves, the shadows and reflections that give form to everything we see.

They dance around us, these shadows, almost real but not quite tangible, we see ourselves in their posture, we find things that aren’t really there, we spar with them, tease with them, create with them.

Sometimes they precede us, stepping through life just a split-second before we get there, and sometimes they trail behind, extending our height and lingering in the places we have just been.

It’s hard to think of a shadow as something real, you can’t hold onto it, you can see right through it, but you can’t erase it. Light and shadow are intertwined, you can’t have one without the other. Sometimes you stand in the light, other times you must plod through the darkness.

They come in all shapes and sizes, and complete the spectrum of black to white with contrast and softness, hard-edges and blurs, angles and curves. So much life to be found, there, amongst the shadows.

Today I think I’m going to tango with mine. Or lift my arms and pirouette, glide a little way across the floor. I think I’ll seek out the shadows of this day, and see what I find there, waiting.

A new perspective, perhaps, or maybe the shape

of things to come.

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