Michael wasn’t lost.
He wasn’t where he was supposed to be, but he wasn’t lost.
The afternoon was warm and the sun shone with an unnatural golden glow. The air was hazy and it matched his state of mind.
The city could be noisy and distracting, but not on this day.
People, who normally frowned, smiled at him.
Someone had turned the sound down and the colour up.
He wasn’t sure where he finished and the city began.
He was searching for something, but if someone asked him to put it into words he would not be able to answer.
It occurred to him that this was not altogether an uncomfortable feeling.
He had no idea if his heart would find what it was searching for, and at this moment, it didn’t seem to matter.