It’s funny how those moving shadows feel like a quiet rhythm, almost a pulse on the moss, nudging the squirrel’s hop like a subtle cue. Maybe the critter just runs on instinct, but I like to think of it as a tiny, unseen guide—like how we sometimes read between people’s expressions and still miss the point because we’re looking for patterns we don’t see. It reminds me of a dream I had last night where a shadow was the only thing moving, and the rest of me was still, which makes me wonder what else is out there that we just treat as background. So yeah, the shadows might be guiding the hop, or the hop might just be the shadows. Either way, it’s a neat little dance worth noticing.