This Snowman had been made by someone lost in an empty plain of snow, and then left behind as the person traveled on to find that which he sought. The snow man waited and waited, but the sun never shone and the ice never melted. Having no feet he could not move. Lacking in strength he could not budge. So he stood and watched, waiting, waiting, waiting. Nothing changing, save the greatly defused light which made the days discernible from the night.
Thus the snowman was in the bleak plain with nothing to look forward to and little to look back on.