Winters are unsettling.
They say that areas where the skies remain clouded and the sun doesn’t visit often are the ones where depression lives.
Why is that? Is it the absence of the azure sky? Or is it the loss of the warmth of the sun.
Whatever the reason, winters are unsettling to the mind.
Those foggy winter days, when you cannot witness the sunrise as the horizon is clouded by hazy fog, that floats low in the sky like a barrier, like a cage.
The same foggy winter evenings where the sun disappears sooner than it should have, not below the horizon, but behind eery grey clouds.
When the roots of the beginning and the closure of the conclusion are missing day after day, there is bound to be chaos in the mind.