Micro short story - first draft

Nathan gazed longingly at the moon-lit mass of ice beneath him, and thoughts of its massive lack of movement pressed down on him with the full weight of a wasted life. He was sure he could make a one way trip to stand on that bastion of winter, and become one with the immobile, unchanging landscape of arctic permanence that groaned and ached its way down the mountain through the year, leaving his challenges forever behind him. Yet as he imagined the glacial sounds in his head, he caught hold of that music in his mind, a grave fugue of smoothing stone, banked his plane, and headed for home.