The neighbourhood graveyard

I "saw a ghost" in this graveyard one night about 45 years ago. I was walking home from work and, as snow swirled around, I kept seeing the outline of someone ahead of me.

Long story short: it was my own shadow on little dwies of snow that kept blowing up twenty or thirty metres in front of me.

I live on the other side of the graveyard these days and this view is only about fifty metres from my window. We went out tonight for a short walk before a snow storm hits tomorrow.