Illuminated with shafts of light escaping from streetlights
a man shouts out loud.
A man screams his heart out into the late evening, into the early night,
into the comfortable darkness.
This mysterious man, loudly, aloudly allowed some type of elicit emotion
leave his body right there.
Walking in the darkness with no one around.
With his briefcase and suit, perhaps he had a bad day at work.
Or maybe a familymembergirlfriendfiancewifefriendboss diedbrokeupwithhimburnedhishousedownfiredhim.

Speculation at this point is silly;
this moment is all about what is actually happening.
A man,
releasing pure emotion from his body,
during his night, in his suit, on his street, due to his bad day at work, in his life.