Shadow

"Look" says Aidan, calling me over to the window. "It's long!"

I look down to where he's pointing. His shadow stretches across the lounge room floor in the late afternoon. We look at my shadow too.

That night, Brendon turns out the lights and the full moon casts its light into the lounge. Aidan watches, wide-eyed and grinning as Brendon makes shadow pictures on the wall with his hands.

At 1.45 am, Orla wakes for a feed. Aidan turns in his sleep and murmurs "a shadow, a shadow".

It's sunny today - I think I'll make chalk drawings of our shadows once Aidan wakes up. We can mark out and compare their changes in direction and length as the afternoon goes on.