Caveman with frozen hands and bloody, broken fingernails. Lips are blue and eyes afraid. He must go on. Raining, windy, very dark, very loud. He is lost in a deep, jagged canyon. Animals follow at a distance, freezing and waiting. There is no shelter, no companion, no moon. Trees shiver with wetness. Nowhere to rest. Nothing to eat. Only must keep moving. Daylight is only colder, more dangerous. His limbs slow and stiffen. More lost than yesterday. No sounds. No smells. Only him, naked, frozen, vulnerable.
