Three wanderers emerge from a raging Hokkaido storm, and are drawn into the light and the warmth of a mysterious doorway. The snow flies and the wind beats against the walls, but here, in the quiet and safety of a candlelit womb, the warmth and the wood wrap around like a blanket, and the mind melts into reflections on days gone by. Put the needle on the record, sit down by the fire, have a drink, and take shelter from the storm. There is no warmth like the warmth felt in winter.