The sky was inky and a few wandering flakes of the now rapidly advancing storm came whirling in, biting my cheeks and stinging my forehead.
Once inside, I stopped short, possibly to listen again, possibly to assure myself as to what I had best do next.

The silence was profound.
Not a sound disturbed the great, empty building.

My own footfall, as I stirred, seemed to wake extraordinary echoes.

I had moved but a few steps, yet to my heightened senses, the noise seemed loud enough to wake the dead.

Instinctively I stopped and stood stock-still.