It felt like autumn and it felt like morning, but it was the height of summer and noon. Overnight, storms cuffed the dry plains north of the city. Now, those storms bleaked the southern horizon and turned summer to fall and noon to morning. Everyone walking the streets on their way to lunch or other appointments bent their heads downward intent upon the wet-in-spots sidewalks.
Some seemed lost in their own thoughts other seemed to avoid eye contact so that the narrator didn’t call them out individually to walk them in front of a car or to name them. Others seemed outright embarrassed to be in this particular scene and were making side glances for unexpected alleys to turn down or even a stoop to run up.
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