The street was littered with rubbish which swept about the place.
The street was surrounded by tall buildings that rose through the low cloud.
The man strode with belongings in tail which snagged on cracks littered across the street.
The man wondered through the streets alone which was not entirely correct.
Winston Smith had his chin nuzzled into his breast. In an effort to escape the vile wind, Winston slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansion. He was not quick enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him.