Narrator Dialogue

It was a cold, gloomy, evening in Maryland. The first snow had fallen of the year, blanketing the streets like a toddler being tucked in for bed. The sun began to set and without its heat the air began to turn cold, your hot breath looking like a big vape rip. The site of the snow was beautiful and surreal, then the sirens rang and I knew the peace we had was over and things were about to turn for the worst.