watching my old soul and the millions of shadows and blips of time, as if a veil was added to my mortal reality just out of reach though still close enough to see the shapes and facial features of some of these spirits that now seem to surround me. I catch glimpses of them through my eyes in movements of shadows where shadows usually do not exist.
giant footsteps in the thawing snow, 3 meter tall shadowy giant looking through my window. moving shadows visible patterns and feelings of random warmth.