The scene begins with the sound of footsteps in snow. Two people are walking through the snow slightly out of sync. Both are heavily breathing from a long day of walking along a highway. They both take long and heavy breaths, and breathe out puffs of steamy air. Neither person speaks to the each other at first and the distant sounds of cars on a highway can be heard in the background.

“I’m calling it a day,” a young woman’s voice pipes up.

A man’s voice grunts in return, as if to say yes.

The man begins to narrate the scene, stating that it is the couple’s 20^th day travelling by foot across the country. They both are travelling musicians who met early in their journey and happen to be headed to the same place: the northern coast of California.

“I’ll start the fire,” the woman says. The footsteps seize and the highway sounds are even more in the distance. The two have arrived in their campsite in the woods. Branches creak under the heavy amount of snow. Wind whistles through the barren branches.

The narration continues. The man says that although they are travelling partners, the two don’t speak very much while they commute from place to another. It is only at night, when they start the fire at the campsite that they finally can converse.

The sound of rocks rubbing together can be heard behind the narration, along with the continued creak of branches. A fire is started and its soft crackle plays sweetly into the night air.

The two begin to talk and laugh. They delve into the histories of their childhood. Eventually, the man pulls out his road guitar and plays the first song he ever wrote, while on the road at age 15. The song becomes the most prominent sound, although the small fire can still be heard in the background. The woman begins to sing the harmony.