A damp night in Manchester

 It was a damp, misty morning in Manchester, England. The streets were slick with rain, and a chill hung in the air. Despite the gloomy weather, Mary was in good spirits as she set out from her apartment, umbrella in hand.

As she walked through the city, Mary couldn't help but marvel at the vibrant energy of Manchester. The streets were bustling with people going about their daily lives, and the colorful storefronts and towering skyscrapers seemed to stretch on forever.

As she made her way to the market, Mary couldn't resist stopping to browse the stalls and chat with the friendly vendors. She picked up a few fresh fruits and vegetables for the week ahead, enjoying the lively atmosphere of the market.

Eventually, Mary found herself at the edge of the city, standing at the foot of the famous Manchester Cathedral. She gazed up at the impressive stone structure, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. Despite the grey skies, Mary was grateful to be alive and living in such a wonderful city.

As the day drew to a close and Mary headed home, she knew that Manchester would always hold a special place in her heart.