Day 11- I Am My Shadow

The sun is strong behind me and I am my shadow. My legs are miles long and my pack weighs nothing. As long as the sun shines, this is easy.

JH and Gyu eon are speaking in Korean and walking ahead of me. I am my shadow. I exist, but have no substance.
I am with them but I am not.

It is a bright day, I am wearing colorful clothes and my pack is orange. Everyone can see me. I am a shadow, an elusive figure that will disappear from their sight as suddenly as I appeared.

I don't think or feel, just follow. I am a shadow. My beard isn't itchy, the top of my right foot doesn't hurt, my clothes don't stink.

I am walking to Santiago.