Shadow In A Shadow

While me and my younger brother were just little kids, our parents did not tell us good-night stories. Instead, while we were in bed, our father often used to show us shadows of different animals on the wall, using his hands quite skillfully.

Today, when I have long since outgrown the borders of the children’s room walls, the world that surrounds me has for me become the place where, in the shadow of my father’s hands, I am looking for new shadows. Those which I have not yet seen.