By mid morning, as he bent his body
against the sleet, and he neared his goal,
the half day collapsed into winter -
temperatures dropping, ice as slippery
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The ground was slippery, the world was slippery, his emotions were slippery. He grabbed a tree branch to steady himself, he took several deep breaths, and began to compose a sonnet on an ideal beauty he would someday meet- - - - - -When every thing else was slipping under the feet, the only thing that gives strength to the body and mind is love. (Report)
A vivid cameo full of great images that evoke the intense emotions you are describing. Rhe man and the environment become one. Is it part of a longer piece of work? Enjoyed reading this, Daniel.