Red Shirt Descriptive Writing

I LE As I walked through the cold streets of New York City, I could feel the breeze through my toes blinded with the wave sounds passing by my ears. I was walking down my city street, which was dark and empty. he only sound was the taps beneath my shoes, the wind blowing between trees and an excessively loud fire truck siren that was so far away. he air was very aggressive upon my body, feeling like a frozen Popsicle I could feel my back getting a pain. In a sudden instance I saw something move ahead of me. As I got closer fear grew in my body. he first thing I saw was the persons ripped clothing.
A red shirt that seemed to thin and some ripped shorts that didn’t seem long enough. he sneakers he wore were white with no shoe laces,