Did you ever catch a glimpse of light weaving through the dark, like it's stealthily performing a tango? You might not see it, or maybe you shouldn't try so hard, but it happens. Often, there's a quiet chuckle accompanying the sway, as if shadows share an inside joke with the moon.
If shadows could speak, would they cast twice as many? Or is the absence of voice like a dance too delicate to complicate? Anyway, here we are pondering with them, like unexpected guests at an unscheduled waltz.