The sky was growing gray and the clouds were darkening. The sun was low, it was tinged with red. From the north a biting wind blew, causing the tree branches to whisper. The birds did not sing, for they had gone to sleep. I was lonely, so I thought about a warm walk last spring.
As I walked through the park, the sky began to grow gray. The clouds were darkening and the sun was low and tinged with red. Meanwhile, a biting wind from the north blew, making the branches of the trees whisper. The birds had most likely gone to sleep, and they did not sing. I was lonely, and this led me to think about a warm walk I took last spring.