A man, like Lenz

A man, like Lenz, walks through the mountains. His tribe, ancient, were skilled with large rocks, their lives systematized by words like 'crag.' The light changes quickly, from blue to fainted purples, careening off the snowed faces. The air drops into sudden chill. The man pauses in his labor; the hollow in the rock will not hold warmth through the night. Perhaps others will pass by, and offer some aid.