The Beginning Of The End

Augustus pondered his fate.
To lose himself to the elements, the wind and the sky and the raw expression of the chilled starkness of life, or to the fire of comfort and routine that consumes so, melting him into a formless, loose thing that fit solely into the mild of the ordinary, and saps away any desire to reshape again.
Poised on the long, stretched road, he took a deep breath and smiled.
With hope in his step, he set off - off into the mountains, distant on the horizon, off through the heavy green of the fit trees, pressed together like close friends, off through the dusting of fog that covered everything.
Most importantly, off onto the road that would lead him to the next chapter of his life.