Footfall, Beyond
As the sun moved, my shadow grew a little longer.
I passed through that space, looking only at my feet.
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Ridgeline
The sunlight crosses the windowsill, following the dust on the floor. I try to step into that gap too.
Ebb
The laundry hanging outside the window swelled and settled with the wind. Does the shadow breathe like that too?
Alongside
There was an afternoon when I suddenly leaned against the window and just looked at my toes. I recall that time when the sunlight slowly shifted as the shadows grew longer.
Alight
Leaning by the window in the evening, I saw my shadow had already slipped into the gaps between the floor tiles.
Shimmer
Between the shadows stretching by the window, the light that came in lingered on the floor, then got up before evening.
The sunlight crosses the windowsill, following the dust on the floor. I try to step into that gap too.
The laundry hanging outside the window swelled and settled with the wind. Does the shadow breathe like that too?
There was an afternoon when I suddenly leaned against the window and just looked at my toes. I recall that time when the sunlight slowly shifted as the shadows grew longer.
Leaning by the window in the evening, I saw my shadow had already slipped into the gaps between the floor tiles.
Between the shadows stretching by the window, the light that came in lingered on the floor, then got up before evening.