Sample Writing from Snow Falls in May

A sample from a work in progress called "snow falls in may"

Snow falls in May. Yesterday’s aureate sun and brazen blue horizon has been stolen in the silence of night, effortlessly replaced by endless grey, where sky and earth are one seamless shade. Today the man in the black hat seems less out of place in his black wool cap, thick gloves, and overcoat. But the wild eyes remain, the visions he is only privy to, and the conversations which seem entirely one sided to those around him. Is he crazy?
The whine of engines skirts the parking lot. Impatient horn blasts of people so consumed by their own intentions that they mistakenly believe that their concerns pre-empt those of others. If a few extra seconds at a traffic light create such an impact on one’s life as to necessitate such agitated reaction, it is time to turn off the ignition and walk away from the car.
Our world spins and wraps itself up in itself, creating turmoil and agony where there is none. We obsess over trivial, our myopic anger causing unnecessary strife. This is the world I want to step out of, become a quiet and serene observer, wise in the decision to not participate. Now is the question of disentanglement from the financial, romantic, and possibly paternal tethers which seemed to restrain my very breath, causing intermittent panic attacks, and tightness in the chest. Freedom seems remote.
The day matches the man, somber and gray, but with intensity. The chill in the air is not somber solitude, but sharp and crystalline. He sits outside, smoking not being permitted in the coffee shop. I join him not out of similar ostracism, but by my choice. Occasionally the door swings outward to permit someone to exit and the golden glow of warmth, chatter, soft jazz and laughter momentarily intrudes, then disappears with the closing of the door, seeming to emphasize the cold and isolation of the single outside table. The world is a warm, happy place, a mellow gathering of man, but we are not invited.