Seasonal Affective Disorder
Austin stared at the snow fall outside the base from the solitude of the bedroom he was provided inside, his mind numb but clearly discontent with the situation. He didn’t want to do anything. It was freezing anyways, there didn’t seem to be a point.
He knew there was, though. There was always stuff to be done. Work was even more prevalent in snowy places like these, the cold always caused problems.
Problems that were too big for him, though, his mind provided, dragging him further into the fog.
He stared out the window, sadness weighing down on his soul, surrounding it, encapsulating it.