A mature man, bare-chested and with a several-days-old graying beard, stands next to a fogged-up window wet with rain, his eyes closed and a serious, introspective, tired expression. His hands are pressed against the glass, one of them very close to circular marks made on the mist or condensation, like finger traces on a damp surface. The cold light coming from outside highlights the texture of his skin, his chest hair, the wrinkles on his face, and the intimate and melancholic atmosphere of the scene, while beyond the glass a blurred green landscape can be made out.