Happy to Cast my Shadow

I woke up this morning particularly early.  Many thoughts were going through my head.  A natural reflection after pondering the news you learned the evening before about someone passing before their time.  Rising from my bed,  I circled through the dimly lit rooms of the house.  A ritual performed to wake up my mind and body.  The night light catches my motion, happy to cast my long-form as a shadow on the wall, a sight I secretly enjoy.  The open terrace door let in a cool draft from the waning moon.  Reaching into a basket, I grabbed some clothes for warmth.   Pulling on a sweater last, I realized it was left unwashed from a midnight Paris.  Her perfumes added to the mental portrait of a beautiful memory.