Together

There is a moment, just a moment mind you, at the arrival of night when, for but the briefest sliver of a minute, barely a moment really, everything stands in starkest contrast. Shadows strike out, loom large about their source. They bay victorious at the set sun, no longer an oppressor to their twists and tendrils. It is not long after that moment when shadows achieve that communion so long sought and strived for by the likes of man. What we work constantly (but far from tirelessly) towards, that true intermingling of self, the drive to fit in with the crowd, that is all succeeded by the shadows at our feet through no effort of their own.  Who has seen a shadow twist to grab another at an angle, straining itself with effort? And yet, come nightfall and they are inseparable, a single shadow of night, of you and I and every single streetlamp. Together.