Thus, using the opportunity of the tough winter the town learns to warm with the help of routines in common and friendship. Men and women walk through blasted heathlands and frost-kissed fields and die in their sleep, all for the sake of candle-lit suppers and fireside suppers, yuletide and minstrel carols. Even in a little sparkles of snow, children are able to turn a day into endless fun and play while us – adults are more inclined to find solace in calm and quiet reflection of the simple life. When one season converts to the other, even though winter still sticks around but small instances of spring start to show up the public is still surviving, they enjoy the aesthetics of winter and at the same time see strength as time is taken in unity and waiting. Finally, winter turns into a season of internal development, interpersonal relationships and sustainability.