Gray.

speed reduces as march silently approach from unseen corner of the empty streets. liveliness sipped through time n turned into draining dullness. with the lose window flapping against its tilts n skipping rhythmically every now n then, the crows sang along crying deafeningly on the rooftops. adding to the grayish street lights, people strolling alongside like some mindless zombies n stringed puppets, with the wind blowing in their face, mercilessly.