When Laci lived at her old apartment by Union Center, we would sit outside on winter evenings while the snow fell and drink tea and talk. Her back porch overlooked a stream, pond, trees and railroad.
Every time a train went buy, in the cold winter night, we would call, hands outstretched, "Yuri!!!!" It was rather ridiculous.
The 1:46 to 1:54 mark. That's what I want.