This piece is from a writing exercise where I tried to write an opening to a story without a character making an appearance.
It was a normal cold January morning. The traffic from the rush hour had started to die down and there were less cars on the road. The temperature that had previously been -2 degrees was now rising at was at a steady 1 degree.
The wind danced upon the trees, making the leaves shiver as it passed by. Shop shutters were opening and the street lights were turning off.