Shadows follow us everywhere. Some may say these light obstructions
bring a third dimension to the two-dimensional world. Some may say
shadows constantly change shape, angle, and intensity, like emotions and
thoughts. Some may say life is a walking shadow
or question if we really have to walk in the shadow of death.
Most say the brighter the light, the darker the shadow’s hue.

Sailboats rest in partial morning light, the winds calm, and ocean water glassy. Reflections of hulls and masts lie still. Reflections that double their size, like dreams, dreams of their sailors.

Sailboats rest in partial morning light, awaiting the dreams of sailors, who dream as they sail through the waters, who dream of tomorrow and remember lost love, who imagine as they head to sea, guided by the wind, sometimes tranquil, sometimes disturbed.

The sky hidden by roving clouds, light shines through heaven-like and blessing the harbor. Heaven-like and blessing sailors’ dreams, moving through the water, sailors dream how they may live, how they may die.

The sky reflects a dark shadow in the water. It shows heavenly light fading into Hades’ gloom. It shows heavenly light diminished to a spark, reminding the sailor dreams may fade until the morn when the sun will rise, and the reflections will return. So will the dreams.

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Photo: Harbor in Rockland, Maine | Sam Joyner, photographer