The gray pavement was cold under his feet as the shoes he wore were torn to pieces. His dark hair was wet from the icy rain drenching him. When the wind picked up it caused him to wrap his arms closer to try & keep the warmth he was losing at a quick pace. The white clouds made the crow like sky seem worth painting to remember such a defining day. He placed his hand on the door to the shelter knowing the first step was always the hardest. He looked inside & took a breather before he stepped inside.