Gemotions

The city noises faded as John focused on the screen, scrolling through the real estate listing. He recognized every detail of the house, every nook and cranny. He felt a soft, internal loosening.

He remembered the endless summer days, the smell of freshly cut grass, the feeling of home. He felt a gentle, slow spreading warmth.

He was in no rush to do anything. He took his time, soaking it all in. He felt no urge to change or alter the moment, just a deep, abiding comfort. He leaned back in his chair and smiled.