unaccounted four

Old Montreal seems to be dying.
Skipping the decay, it transitioned directly to dead.
The stone facades are colder, the skies grayer.
A few dispursed people pass by, but with the chill in the air, their hats have come out,
and they briskly walk to the weather.

The ac turned down I still feel the cold, and will probably bring it home.
It can be dark there too.