She stood there. It was one of those moment of blessed loneliness.
A light from above, behind her, projected her shadow in front of her, on the ground. In the silence of the evening, she stopped, facing that challening silhouette. It was the dark image of her, right in front of her, confronting her.

“Without shadow there’s no light”.
“We always are tempted to think the other way round, of darkness as a negation of light, but the truth is: it works both ways”
That was her first thought.

“Maybe without darkness there is also no love”.
She stood there, looking downwards at the dark her.

“How much of me does she holds?”
Then, looking closer, she realised something else. Dark and luminous shared the same origin. Dark melted with shiny. At the very root, she was connected to her dark image.

“I am both. Without you, I’d be lost”
“Wherever I go, I bring You with me”