Gray

One swift look behind my sheer green drapes was all I needed to realize that this city was absolutely, helplessly boring. The entire scene remained spectacularly uneventful over the course of nearly the entire day. Varying shades of dull earthern townhomes surrounded my own in an unimpressive arrangement circling the neighborhood pool. The gray sky offered nothing but drizzles of rain which began spluttering down at random intervals, further dampening the spongelike grass below it. Not a single living thing was visible, which seemed understandable. I definitely prefered the interior of my comfortable bedroom to the damp humidity of the outdoors. Though, at times, outside seemed like a peculiar version of an indoor building. The fog creates a low shroud of a ceiling and the humidity huddles from all sides, setting off a claustrophobic vibe even among the most vast of all fields.

This city holds no charm whatsoever. It is quite the big city, possibly the 4th largest in the nation, but unlike most, this city does indeed sleep. It does not really cater to the nightlife or recreation or tourists. It is not a family city. This city may imitate one such characteristic in the suburbs, but it cannot fool for long as corruption inevitably seeps from its rotten core and spreads throughout the hundreds of connected veins. In essence, the city lacks both small town charm and big city pizazz. This place exists as a mushpot. Unorganized, un-zoned, high crime rate, abundant in illegal immigrants. I wouldn't go so far as to dub this place the unofficial shithole of America, but I wouldn't object to the description, either.