I saw my shadow today. It was at a Starbucks. It appeared to be waiting for someone. I was embarrassed to see it trying to appear interested in Toni Morrisson's new novel, "A Mercy". I suspected my shadow was faithless but I did not expect it to actively try to hook up with someone. If I left before my shadow's date arrived I would always wonder. What does he have that I don't? More surface space? That's it isn't it? I'm as thin as Lincoln after a triathelon. Fine! I wish them the best. God! It's painful to watch my shadow's studied nonchalance. Like he thinks he's the extra in a film. Like moving with such graceful deliberation is 'appearing natural'. What a dope. You know what? I'm insulted. I've coddled and sheltered my shadow for too long. When he comes sneaking back tonight, when he thinks I won't see him, I'll be waiting. I'll be waiting under 2 halogen utility lights. Let's see what he does then.....huh? HUH? If you ask me, HIS winter's just begun.