The Shadow Knows

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My shadow grows anxious.

I usually don’t give his opinion much weight, but I’m deep in bear country, and the sun is already dipping behind the trees. He keeps getting ahead of me, trying to see what’s around the next bend in the hiking trail. I really can’t blame him for getting bent out of shape though, as it is late fall, when bear are ravenous.

If the sun gets any lower, he’ll probably disappear, being the coward that he is, and I doubt if I’ll see him again until morning.

–photo by me