You will see what I imagine

I stood on the sidewalk in the middle of Boulevard Street, not knowing where to go. I didn't see anyone in the dark street to ask about the time. This darkness wasn't like the darkness of the beginning or end of the night, nor was it like the gloomy days when the sun hides behind the clouds. Sometimes during snowfall, the daylight fades, or almost disappears, so that the whiteness of the snow seems dark, but this darkness is completely different. It doesn't reveal what it holds. The wailing...