Except for a few pigeons, Central Park was deserted. Mist hung above the chilled grass.
Patches of old snow, scattered here and there, looked like white puddles. The sun hung
just above the horizon, casting red and orange streaks across low-hanging clouds. The
portly, gray-haired gentleman jogging down the path looked out of place. For one thing,
he was dressed in ordinary street clothes, not a sweat suit. Also, every few seconds, he
looked anxiously back over his shoulder. Coming closer to me, I saw that his face was
flushed. He was panting, almost gasping. Abruptly, looking this way and that, he moved
behind a tree. Seeming not to notice my presence, he stood with his back against the
trunk, panting heavily. After a moment, he poked his head out to survey the path. It was
still empty, except for a squirrel that dashed across the path like a furry dart. I checked
my watch. It was now 7:30. Mentally marking the time, I aimed my camera toward the
man’s face.
3. In this paragraph, what time of day is the action taking place?
A. Around sunrise C. Around sunset
B. Around midnight D. Around noon
2 answers
In case the mist has you fooled, you aren't likely to find Central Park deserted around sunset.