Luck.

"He came from a week of work at countryside
at a son of a bitch´s house and it was December or January,
I can't remember, but it was cold and when he arrived to Barcelona snow
began to fall and he took the subway and got to the corner
of a girlfriend's house and called by phone
for her to go outside and see the snow. A beautiful night, no doubt of it,
and then his friend invited him to have coffee and then they made love
and chatted and much after, he fell asleep and dreamt
he arrived to a countryside house and snow was falling
behind the house, behind the mountains, and snow was falling
and he was trapped on that valley and calling his girlfriend
by phone and her cold voice (cold but gentle) was saying
that not even the bravest one could get out of that immaculate hole,
unless he was very lucky."
--Roberto Bolaño.