I often wonder whether the people who work in beautiful places like this get used to or even tired of the view. Driving a tram through a snowy forest sounds fun, but when you do it all the time, does it just become a normal thing that you do, like driving trams in the city? Maybe the change of seasons is enough to stay excited. Maybe the drivers all have their favourite seasons and get giddy when the first snowflakes start to fall or when the grass starts to grow in the spring. I think that’d make me happy if I had this job, watching ature cycle through the seasons.