<span>He said that Gatsby was the kind of man you'd like to take home and introduce to your mother and your sister.</span>
The sky and clouds were darkening to a gray color. The red tinged sun was low in the sky. A biting wind blew in from the north making the tree branches whisper. The birds were quiet as they had already gone to sleep. I was lonely as <em />I thought about a warm walk last spring.
