“Those damn cold autumn days” , she mutters as she hides her face in her scarf. It’s so cold outside. Her fingers almost freezing off as she walks towards her train. It’s only 5.30 p.m but it’s already dark, as if it’s already late evening, or night.
Those damn days, and winter’s not even here yet.
Autumn and winter were dark times. Of course, there are days filled with light and happiness as well, such as Christmas and New Years (Eve). But besides that, it was a period she wishes would soon pass.
It’s dark in the morning when she leaves for school, it’s dark in the evening when she comes back…
And test have proven that more people are depressive during Autumn and Winter then any other time of the year.
Which she found isn’t that crazy at all. It’s cold, it’s dark, people don’t like darkness. Even though they might say that they don’t.
It’s only human. Dark is dangerous. Mysterious. You never know what might happen.
And what would you prefer, walking through a small street filled with lights, or walking through a small street with only one or two street lanterns burning?
See, point proven.
She stares through the train window, trying to bring back some happy thoughts into her head, but it’s as if there’s something blocking that, stopping her from doing so.
Maybe it’s Winter that came early?