Let's Get it Started

This is something I'm considering submitting to a contest. Let's see how it turns out.

Not sure of a title yet.

Henry sat looking down at his boots in the water. His pants darkened with moisture just below the knees. He was sitting on an overturned bucket, certainly the only reason it hadn't taken afloat. The water hovered just above ice, just a phase of a phase above solid ice mass. But human skin couldn't tell the difference. Henry couldn't tell the difference. Henry had paid seventy eight dollars for these so called protective boots. Even as his feet entered the initial stages of hypothermia he grumbled about this ripoff and injustice.
The old man had held out a long time. Hell, you couldn't say he didn't get his money's worth. Ol' Henry hid in his beloved trailer for twenty two years. Oh how he thought he had won and now that everything closed and squeezed itself empty perhaps he could be called a winner. Life wove calmly through his concerns. Watching arctic waves over a six month afternoon brings peace to any soul, well worth the price of the highest celebrity of therapist. And a six month night made him worship the sun. Henry had pulled together his humanity during his time in Arctic.
But now his trailer was sinking, knee deep in the Arctic Sea. The old man had backed it to the edge of his property. Mother Nature pulled it out by the soggy drowned roots. Henry swore he would die here. The opportunity to honor such a pledge had arrived.