holding onto anything held down.

There's something about the cold weather that captures the innocence of the world. Somewhere between our layers of clothes and frozen movements is an elusive satisfaction that the world keeps turning. And although some may say that winter exposes the anguish they kept tucked away with the heat, I beg to differ. You're supposed to be happy in the summer. The days are bright, the nights are long, but what if you're not? Summer is a fake season. We put on our excited faces only to harbor how we really feel. But September is the wake-up call. We struggle back into our daily routines, which can either be classified as repetitive or constant. We all need something constant in our lives to remind us that not everything is going to one day decide to change on us. And that is what the winter reveals. That, despite the darker nights and earlier mornings, there will always be a winter for us to sulk in. Because there's just something about the cold weather that captures the innocence of the world.