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I rode over Allen Parkway and the entire city was blacked out. It wasn't raining, but almost. A fine mist arced under my lights, otherwise it was pitch dark. You hung out the window and put your tongue out, tasting the drops, your hair whipping wildly in my mirror. I thought of telling you to get back in, but I realized you knew what you were doing. The city, an entire city blacked out, with not even a generator sparking one light, was awe inspiring, and it hung on the horizon like the sleeping monster it is.