Swap the time and location and make a few changes to the details of the story and this could be part of my autobiography
Dark, dreary, sporting a pair of cat headphones on a slightly out of shape man with very precisely cut foreskin. The cuts efficient enough to slice into the batter of a freshly cooked cheesecake meant to let the desired essence waver by the window sill.
His gaze, forever averted by his inability to find the little man in the boat. He would go on searching...forevermore
The air itself seemed to evaporate and dissolve into miniscule droplets of scintilla, undulating waves reminiscent of heat rising from a summers day pavement extruded from his figure. His aura was palpable. The embodiment of an alpha wolf combined with the grace of the divine feminine itself. Lean yet broad shouldered and cut like a statue from ancient Greece, a handsome Visage sported with flowing locks.