Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

When it's time to part ways, everyone feels that they spent a day that was both pleasant and useful, as much as possible.

It truly was a day full of events and impressions; now, kicking the clumps of evening snow that had fallen under his feet, the tipsy berserker marched towards his designated nighttime parking spot. The spark of emotion that had briefly flared up was quickly fading, giving way to the familiar, stale breath of the cold emptiness. Running his chilled hand over his forehead, the berserker grimaced: the approaching headache and bodily pain from the fight, the drinking, and the temperature changes made it clear that his youth was long gone, and tomorrow would certainly not be as significant as today. But that will be later, and let the emptiness take care of the future.

I'll probably skip to tomorrow.