The power went out with a silence so vast it was a sound in itself.
We were so accustomed to the constant noise everywhere we went, the continual accompaniment of music playing somewhere, the low drone of the refrigerator’s compressor, the whir of a wall clock.
And outside, the rush of distant traffic punctuated by the sounds of trucks and racing motorcycles, the hum of transformers high on their power poles, the scorch of distant jets.
All stopped at once.
Cars on the road.
Planes in the sky.
It was as if the fundamental principles of electricity had never existed.