no trains stop there anymore; the old station seems to have become only but one more feature of the landscape. The parking lot that was once packed with cars and buses was now full of snow. The train tracks hadn’t been plowed either, and the snow was so high, that if a train decided to go through it, it would get lost in the cold and frozen whiteness. The doors and windows of the old ticket booth were shut tight by the massive icicles frozen onto its sides. The people that live in the area seem to visit the station only to walk their dogs, as I could see tiny footprints gracing the surface of the snow in groups of 2.