Shadows on a wall are the sort of things that distract me during a typical day. I could stare at this scene until the last pattern faded away. It reminds me of when Danette and Kari were babies and I'd take them outdoors and they would stare at the leaves in our tree, (only had one back then), and get excited when the wind blew and made the leaves flutter.
Maybe this is how old folks start to regress back to their childhood... I don't care because I welcome these distractions which are respites for my brain.