We met this bunch of suave guitar-holding skeletons at a Halloween party for children, which our toddler son thoroughly enjoyed.
My first reaction looking at them was that although they were barren, their presence was paramount; shrouding the rest of us in the hall. They gave vibes of joy, and were unlike other blood-curdling, spine-tingling skeletons.
Their smile was endearing, but their eyes cautioned that they’d long been dead. Stare at the eyes and you’ll know.
How different are we from them? Are we too dead and insensitive? In flesh and blood we certainly are breathing, but we are worse shadows.