I've read several statistics that say the number of suicides committed during Winter are the highest. Of course, what are statistics? Figures lie, and liars figure. But winter is a cold, hard time. Vivaldi wrote a set of pieces called The Four Seasons. Winter is slow, sad, bitter, frigid, a lone violin, drawn out and brittle.
I've read that it's the lack of sun that makes everything so dreary. No silver linings on the clouds. Even the trees look bald and aging.
Just imagine if you waited the entire winter for the sun to show and drove yourself mad to the point of suicide, only to jump just as the first sun of spring flashed on the horizon...
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