fortitude...

This [six inches of snow] morning, I saw the classic myth reborn: a rogue heroic leaf tossed along the plateau of snow, fighting against the blind winds of fate. I voiced my question to the frosted lamppost: "does he have a faithful Penelope waiting for him?"

And more importantly, what had he done to anger Poseidon? Had he blinded some monsterous son of the gods? Eaten the cattle of the sun?

Or perhaps it was merely the fact that he eluded Fall?