I used to love to see my shadow. I could stand on my driveway and see enough to detect the bright, white cement and then the dark shape that was me. I could look down and see my legs, taking step after step with my flat attachment, the visual image of that game, it made me think of, copycat where one annoying sibling or other family or friend would repeat everything you’d say.
I moved my hand and the dark shape would follow the action. I was it and it was me – a basic shape, an outline of my body.
Today, the sun was shining brightly as I went about my day. I had a meeting with the travel agent and I went to my violin lesson.
On the second day of February we wait eagerly for a creature to come out. If it sees its shadow, it is frightened and runs and hides. Winter continues, a dreaded fact for most people, but I take winter in my stride.
As well as Groundhog Day, this week there was some sort of a super blood moon, along with a lunar eclipse.
I don’t pay much attention to the one, being such a literal kid that growing up I was always confused what the whole thing meant, but I do wish I had seen the bigger than normal moon and its reddish tinge.
Tough times lately, but February is here finally.
in other words,
Will there be six more of anything left of winter?
Meh. I know some would tell me I should have a sense of humour, find one, about Groundhog Day and I know I probably should, but I don’t.
I find some superstitions to be curious and interesting, but here in North America, we seem to find this one highly amusing and a sign, to make us feel better (that spring is on its way) or help us wallow in our dislike for long North American winters that we’re told will be even longer.
It just seems too silly for words, in other words, and I’m sticking to that.