A slight resurgence of Impressionism

C'est vide.

The city had never looked so sad.  The sun filled the sky and, unhindered by clouds, cast the city in a piercing glow.  The surroundings were flooded with light, to the point where it was as though they could evaporate and disappear at any moment.  He strained his eyes as he walked through the streets.  A mood reverberated and echoed from the buildings around him, and suddenly, he found himself traversing some of the saddest days of his life.  He sat in front of the piano and released the weeping essence that billowed from his soul.  And after the sun set, the night sky was speckled with stars and the crescent moon loomed over the trees in the distance.  How rich and beautiful, this empty world!