As he contrived a way, he watched his shadow get fractured on the split and crushed boulders that littered the narrow valley floor.  This shadow led him and yet he couldn’t recognize it as his own.  Its length was greatly diminished, its shape heavily bloated.  It had no head nor legs, was but bits and pieces of arms and torso undulating along.  He looked ahead, down the valley floor.  He felt a yearning for the calm of being led by his long, lean, and gliding shadow, but it was rocky surface far into the distance.  He made himself wait.  He leaned against a split boulder an hour before continuing on, his fractured shadow now on the landscape behind him.