If one were to look out their window on a sunny afternoon into the cul-de-sac where Carter and I stand four days a week waiting for his bus, roughly between 12:15 and 12:25, they may be in for a strange performance.
I stand, arms and legs outstretched, my body forming an X. Just a foot or two in front of me stands Carter, legs together, moving his arms up and down like a crazed chicken. Together we form a shadow monster. Together we laugh.
I stand straight and tall like a solder. Four feet or more in front of me, but facing away Carter hops up and down, laughing and laughing. Slowly yet swiftly I walk backwards, risking life and limb as I am more clumsy than graceful. His hopping stops, he whirls around surprised to see me retreating taking his captor with me. He runs to catch up so that he can continue to hop up and down on my shadow’s head.
And so it goes. Carter and I shadow dancing at the bus stop.
Yes, I know I am suppose to be taking a blogging break, but this popped into my head and danced around.