 At night the street regained its innocence, everything still and stored away. A few lights were on, mostly for security. The people asleep, the air heavy and unmoving. The sound of air conditioning units rattling, wheezing, struggling, a symphony. A few cats moving languidly. The line of cars dark and foreign. There were so few lawns now. Everyone had prairie grass or Japanese maples or ajuga, straw-colored and dry.