The somber ambiance of the day is painted by the dark, gloomy weather. The sky is clouded with gray cotton wools, swollen from water they are barely holding inside. It's going to rain soon..

Your gaze wanders towards an exhausted man smoking while he still has time for it. As soon as it rains, he will have to put the cigarette away.

He stares into space, deep in thoughts, one of his hands hidden deep inside the pocket of his long coat. He doesn't seem to acknowledge your presence anyhow, and any interaction would probably startle him in that state.

And yet, seeing all this lonely and weary imagery, you can't help but get the feeling that he would most likely appreciate some company right now.