Magic.

Streetlamps light the route I run.
They stand as evenly-spaced reminders that your shadow can be the only company you need.
Except for one. Today, as I passed beneath it, it clicked off.
As I continued, my path faded into dark, taking with it my shadow, and my will.
And when I saw the next to be dark as well, I thought I should quit.
But I didn't. I kept on and passed under it. And as I did, it clicked on.
And there is just something fantastic about that.