Shadow Love

This is not me or my local track

This morning while I was exercising at the local track, I could hardly take my eyes off my shadow. Right before my very eyes was a recognizable silhouette upon which there were no wrinkles and nothing jiggled. A short sleeved tee shirt concealed my poorly defined biceps, triceps, and deltoids.  Nearly knee length shorts obscured quads that desperately need some work. Today I will worship my shadow and fully enjoy the illusion of external beauty.