Here’s the first paragraph of my next book. This is all you’re getting until I’m done with it.
“Autumn always manages to somehow leave everything looking a peculiar shade of brown, no matter the color. At least that’s what it does during the late afternoon, at the point of day where it is not quite twilight, yet the sun is sinking towards the horizon noticeably earlier than to what we are generally accustomed. The dull red stones of the walkway through the upscale outdoor shopping mall in which I strolled seemed to absorb the sun, along with the stucco walls of each shop that one in the lower middle class of society would normally never enter for the purpose of buying something.”