At the end of a recent flight as we taxied back to Tripp’s parking spot, I was captivated by our shadow.
Looking at it now gets me pondering shadows back into the past. Not just other flights earlier this year when our shadow passed across other people very involved in the different things they were doing, and only a rare few even notice our shadow crossing theirs.
My mind wandered back to childhood when my shadow was first so fascinating, and it crossed paths with the shadow of my departed Dad who also loved to fly. I’m often aware of the shadow his flying lessons cast forward across the decades, increasing my resolve to learn.
Even further back, before I was born my grandfather’s shadow as an aviator often passed across the landscape as mine now does.
As they are cast from yesterday to today and out across tomorrow, how are the people and places our shadows touch, affected by our passing?