The middle of winter. Dazai is sitting on the porch. He put his hands under his head and put them on his knee, the other knee hangs down on another step. He lost his house keys because he was playing with them, twirling them on his finger and they fell into the drain. His head, shoulders and back are covered with snow, he has nowhere to go but his house, the keys to which he lost in such a ridiculous way.