Its was end of an era.
Well, maybe not the end, but an end, nevertheless.
There were so many things that had changed. So many people he had promised to keep in touch with, that had just slipped away, like dew on a crisp spring morning. So much knowledge that lay forgotten in the attics of his cavernous, disorganised mind. So many promises, so many expectations, so many regrets.
The wheel spins, and stops for no man. He looked up from where he had stopped last, to find himself in a different place altogether. A different time, he could have told himself, had he the luxury. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. At the end of all things, he stood, and looked around, for a forgotten familiarity, for a familiar comfort.
He didn't like endings. They were so often.. dissatisfying. This one particularly so, despite the fact that it managed to wrap things up rather neatly. Endings were a disconnect, a wrenching of the mind from the comforts and habits it was entrenched in, from the comfortable ruts of routine, that left you poised uncertainly on a precipice of possibilities that threatened to overwhelm the unwary or the ill prepared.
But all said and done, it was here, the time for turning back was long past, and he found himself walking on a road that seemed to stretch on forever. The sliver medallion was cool against his chest. Not cold, but pleasantly cool. His boots were good, solid fare, and the weather seemed like the pleasant spell was likely to continue for a while. New people, new experiences, a game of dice here, a pretty lass there. Maybe not the worst of the things he'd rather be doing, he thought. He whistled a tune, and fished in his pocket absently.
He took out the coin and fingered it thoughtfully, flipping it idly on his knuckles as he walked, whistling a familiar tune, till he came upon a fork. Two sides, two paths. And a third, he reminded himself.
With a grin, he tossed the coin into the air.
Well, maybe not the end, but an end, nevertheless.
There were so many things that had changed. So many people he had promised to keep in touch with, that had just slipped away, like dew on a crisp spring morning. So much knowledge that lay forgotten in the attics of his cavernous, disorganised mind. So many promises, so many expectations, so many regrets.
The wheel spins, and stops for no man. He looked up from where he had stopped last, to find himself in a different place altogether. A different time, he could have told himself, had he the luxury. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. At the end of all things, he stood, and looked around, for a forgotten familiarity, for a familiar comfort.
He didn't like endings. They were so often.. dissatisfying. This one particularly so, despite the fact that it managed to wrap things up rather neatly. Endings were a disconnect, a wrenching of the mind from the comforts and habits it was entrenched in, from the comfortable ruts of routine, that left you poised uncertainly on a precipice of possibilities that threatened to overwhelm the unwary or the ill prepared.
But all said and done, it was here, the time for turning back was long past, and he found himself walking on a road that seemed to stretch on forever. The sliver medallion was cool against his chest. Not cold, but pleasantly cool. His boots were good, solid fare, and the weather seemed like the pleasant spell was likely to continue for a while. New people, new experiences, a game of dice here, a pretty lass there. Maybe not the worst of the things he'd rather be doing, he thought. He whistled a tune, and fished in his pocket absently.
He took out the coin and fingered it thoughtfully, flipping it idly on his knuckles as he walked, whistling a familiar tune, till he came upon a fork. Two sides, two paths. And a third, he reminded himself.
With a grin, he tossed the coin into the air.
