Anders left the house with a heavy head and an aching back. His posture was shameful but had become too uncomfortable to correct.

Waiting for the underground carriage to pull in, his hair lifted on the breeze which brought with it the sweet smell of dust and fumes.

Its nostalgic quality lingered

a moment.

But then it was necessary to push past all those people, each with their own objective. The compulsory interaction required to progress from room to room, day to day, year to year, birth to gra...

Too steeped in thought he waded to a shallower place. A familiar hand brushed his, coercing his eyes from their comfortable downward glance.

Anders was humbled and for now felt closer to the shore.