Sunset...

The night creeps in, colder than it's been in a while, perhaps to emphasise the end of the warm sunshine. A man walks the streets a foreigner in his own land, footsteps echoing in the dark making the emptiness seem limitless. The glowing city lights just a backdrop for theatre. A hulking mass of concrete and steel rises from the street, glowing in the distance with twinkling lights as if to say, "here I have the warm sunshine." The man walks on, a coat for the limitless cold, the sunshine forever a memory, the darkness hiding his disgrace.