A blizzard night at a distant railway station, the wind rips off the ads from the posts and whirls them on along the empty track, it is howling violently in the wirelines, throws itself against the naked trees and threatens to send the streetlamps directly into the open space. The lonely train is sighing tiredly with its springs - it won't have the rest it was longing for - a long way forth is stretching ahead - through the wind blasts and eternal loneliness...