A Work, Hopefully Progressing

It was the typical cold October afternoon;
the winds were whirling about the streets while upsetting everything that came across their path,
the bitter brisk air turning quite a few noses red,
and the sun well hidden behind a vast sky of ominous dark clouds.
Yes, it almost seemed like the perfectly glum day.
All the young Mama’s and their babies hurrying along the cold pavement to get supper started,
and the young gentlemen sulking about coming home from the tedious workplace,
the shopkeepers sitting idly imagining costumers,
while the pigeons scattered throughout the town scavenging for a nice crumb or two to feed the family.
*Not sure how to end it, or if it needs a new beginning...Mia says I'm too wordy :(... Feedback begged for.
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