But there were actually people on the streets. Weak sunlight shone up every menacing corner with its ailing yellow shine through the layers of the thick cloudy mask. A breath of life seemed to have graced this concrete lair of secrets and people and voices oozed from every opening, seemingly light-hearted and open, and the shadows cowered from the surge of light, no matter how diseased and weak it was.
I could see this image in my head as I read it. It was so fucking beautiful. I almost cried when I saw the image. Keep it up.