But winter is not all just fun and games after all. For the cold weather makes Mr Sun a very lazy man. And he works for less hours, allowing Lady Moon to have a longer dance in the velvet skies. But her dance is far from appreciated from earth, obscured by the powdery white falling to the ground. For the nights in winter are not the most cheerful times. Its lonesome, its gloomy, its deep and dark. Its winter.

The days go on, and the nights go on even longer. The boy gets tired, maybe confused. When winter comes to an end, he has a slight longing then he decides its better that winter goes. How ironical, how he wanted something so much yet he could just let it go like that. How maybe he even felt a sense of relief, or ease. It just doesnt seem that right.

Spring, summer, autumn, winter. It goes in a cycle. Its not his first winter. And the boy knows the start and the end. How silly he was, to welcome winter once again this year.

But after each winter comes spring. Its a good thing theres spring, and the boy is thankful for it. For its spring.