Everthing is gray here: the sky is gray, the buildings are gray, even the people are gray, as if the life has been sucked out of them.
Today it is 19 degrees and snowing. My fingers are stiff, my bones are cold.
Oh my Panamá, where are you?
The Lifeless City
(No, this is not a black-and-white image;
it just looks that way.)