Snow fills the tall windows of a timber cable-car station. Outside, a suspended cabin hangs against the dark wooded slope, while the waiting room offers the small warmth of a cast-iron stove. A traveller has paused beside it with her rucksack still on. Water beads on her red jacket, and her hand holds one shoulder strap as she looks across the room.

A second woman sits apart on a wooden bench in a navy coat and green skirt. Her long brown hair and different clothing distinguish her from the new arrival, though their similar features give the exchange an uncertain familiarity. She keeps her cup close to her lap and turns her head toward the stranger. Neither smiles or reaches toward the other.

The open floor between them carries wet footprints and dim reflections from the stove. Plain benches, a rack of skis and a dark teapot belong to an ordinary mountain shelter. Cool light from overhead and the snowy windows meets the warmer flame, grounding the quiet encounter in the room's solid materials.