The shadow on the stair is moving towards me. Or perhaps it is moving away. When is stepping down a step-up? I could reach for it; I could fall. One never knows about shadows. One never knows at all.
Absolutely*Kate believes in believers, prolific writers, and the way the sun glints at the confluence of two rivers. Selections from the flair of her keyboard's plume can be browsed or caroused here, here, and here, plus proudly of course here. She humbly and heartily thanks you for reading further into her light from the shadows.