It was raining. It often rained here. This was pretty normal for the city: an unpleasant, eternal slush, the overcast, gray sky, the granite embankment of the heavenly river pressing down on one’s shoulders, dirty cars covered with greasy, filthy spots as soon as they left car washes or any number of fashionable shopping centers where they’d been scrubbed and polished with due diligence.
You didn’t often encounter any passers-by in the evening when the weather was like this. Unless you ran into someone’s umbrella, of course, followed by apologizing to each other and then rushing off, inwardly cursing at the asshole who couldn’t even look where they were going, and finally realizing that you had probably been cursed at in return.
He turned onto the embankment. He liked it here, especial
