My Fellow Shadow 

I am 50 or 70 years old now, waiting at the Daly City BART station for the 1L bus.

Time passes so quickly in my old age that I become aware of the motion of the pillar's shadow as it slides across the ramp. It reaches the bench on which I sit alone, so I stand to offer it a seat.

"Greetings! Have you traveled far? Where are you off to?"