How do you keep snow from melting in the sun?

We get up, knowing we will fall again and again.

Today I move and enjoy the pain, the distinct feeling of each muscle
working with each step, picturing my body like one of those skinned
diagrams in a biology book, seeing the contraction and release of
each muscle like a small miracle outside of myself. Each muscle
doing its job, involuntarily, propelled by a unwavering sense of
purpose, moving each leg forward.

While it took hours of work and bumps and slips and slides to
awaken awareness of the skeletal muscles, it took less than a minute
to bring the an even deeper level of pain into the heart muscle.

This is a muscle that was not meant to be abused, but to love and
love and love some more. Yet, in the very purpose for its being is
where it exposes itself to pain.

How do you keep your skeletal muscles from supporting your body?

How do you keep snow from melting in the sun?

How do you keep your heart from loving?