Some people love winter. Some people love fall. I am not one of those people.

November is that depressing month where the trees are bare and it almost feels too cold to snow, which doesn't make sense. There's no holiday spirit to make it worth it.

When November comes and Autumn's gone but Winter's not here yet... That's when it happens.

When the days get shorter, so does my temper. When the sky gets darker, so do my thoughts. When the the weather gets colder, so do my stares. When the nights get longer, so do my grudges.

Everyone dresses in those grey and black outfits and no one ever seems to smile. It's like after Halloween is over, we're just done putting effort into things.

I eat more, but I lose weight. I'm spiralling out of control. And when I finally think I'm done for and I just can't take it-

Snow.

Light, fluffy snow covering the ground. Little kids running out to play, making the first footprints on the perfect canvas. The world is silent. The bright white replaces the dreary grey and it's wonderful. The sun reflects of the ground and makes it sparkle, the bare trees finally have their coat.

Fast forward to March.

Okay, that was fun, but now it's grey again. The snow's turned into slush and everything is wet. It is still cold out, and I fall back into my misery.

That one random warm day saves me...