~<>~ I was half-writing this at the park. It pretty much happened. ~<>~ On the uneven brick path, Hidden in the park by trees, The midday sun mercilessly shone. But the patchwork shadows of branches Hid hers from sight. All at once, the wind heaved a sigh The trees ran in terror and there it was, Standing on the bricks in all its glory, Bold, conquering, free! But she was not her shadow.