The day is a stormy one. By noon it feels like midnight, but you know it's not. The clouds move with a surprising pace, but continue to fill the sky with weight and a general moodiness. The wind shuffles odd bits and pieces of things against buildings, into corners. Little streams carry other bits into gutters and along the pavement in tiny streams. Most don't notice these things. At other times, the rain shifts around like a bored teenager, tossing down puddles and tapping on windows. You can hear the hissing of tires, feel the coolness of the breeze, or content yourself with general calmness depending on whether you are gazing out of a window or making your way somewhere. Here in St. ----, days seem to blend into other days, and around 7:00 PM the power goes out. You hear a loud bang, and then darkness. The outage lasts for about an hour.
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