I don’t remember when we ran out of street lamps, I just remember our headlights struggling to slice through the darkness alone.
The night was dark and full of stars and the moon wasn’t set to wake for hours. We weren’t talking. Nothing was wrong, we’d just run out of things to say that night.
We listened to AM radio stations fade in and out as passed through one county and into the next. Sermons and sale pitches and conspiracy theories always seemed more convincing in the dark.
We never saw anything in the road. We just felt the collision.