Sometimes events or people or moods create their own avalanches. There is the dreaded avalanche of the home life, of the career, and even of the soul. Sometimes you feel the avalanche before it happens.
A haunting autumnal depression and a chance bookstore encounter lead Bo to a Jungian analysis. He digs through his past and takes a closer look at his friends. Some are larger than life and monstrous. He must reckon with his chosen profession as a Chicago trader and the insatiable drive to make more money. Most of all Bo must reconcile his own collection of clamoring voices, especially the ones that drive him into ever more dangerous territory.