Fractured

As I look out my window this morning the sun creates an odd shadow. It took my brain several tries at re-arranging to determine how the shadow of the chair actually represented the chair. The ridges and bumps in the siding of the house caused the lines of the shadow to appear consistent and accurate but it was sneakily disjoint.

How often the ridges and bumps of my life subtly distort how my life appears. It’s not an accurate appearance but it can seem as if it is. I have to look carefully to see what is true.

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