No passage

Driving home alone after the evening gale. The woodland road got blocked and there is merely a wall of boughs ahead now. A car slowly stops and headlights sharply cut shapes out of the dark. A man can step out and soak his shoes in mud but no vain straying will save him from the sleepless waiting for a dawn under the roof of his car.

I wanted to show this simple situation on a blocked forest road and saturate it with the vivid ambiance of the 70s.