'Your' journey never ends... ( a draft idea )

This is a draft idea... About which I would like to ask the opinions of the readers regarding its continuation.
"Train horns blow piercing through the deep fog and mist, echoing in the background of the accompanying heavy rain sounds...
A chilly wind runs down my hair and goosebumps follow right after.... As far as the vision goes... railway tracks... nothing but tracks covered with deep and dense fog. An uncanny and damp atmosphere engulfs the whole plane and the heavy rain accompanied by the impenetrable fog makes it much so by several tenfolds... every now and then a train leaves the station while giving a full-on blow of the horn...
Yes... this place is a train station and I don't know how I ended up here or what am I doing here...