Beginnings 101 – Punctilio

The man moved doggedly onward, pushing ever toward the faintest of lights on the horizon, a light more sensed than seen, and which illuminated nothing. From behind came the sounds of laughter and conviviality, a bright chatter of conversation carrying with it the occasional lover’s murmur and the promise warmth and friendship and more. In the cold dark emptiness, he paid no heed, only pushing forward toward the faint suggestion of light ahead. Around it swirled the tantalizing odors of mushr...