The cold returns (Free Writing)

Those days so melancholy return, so sad, those where it's cold and we have to keep us warm for comfort. That time frame arrives, where we spend more time at home and have to think, I support my head on the glass of window and I see as the mist covers everything while I think what I will become.

I look around and everything has changed, people walk down the street with his head down, covered with scarves against the cold, courting couples walk down the street holding each for warmth.
Days when I want to cry because it rains and the rain creates sadness, that sadness accompanied by memories, memories of the beautiful things that I lived and I no longer have. I hate cold. I hate autumn. I hate winter. I hate rainy days. I hate snow days. I hate days at home.