I'm guessing this is exactly what you can see with your eyes. Only if you know where the street, path is, you can find your way home, and only if you're safe in the confines of a warm place you can admire this scene.
Strangely though, in such visuals I find myself.
"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))