Gemotions

David stumbled backward, nearly tripping over a stack of old books. He was expecting dust and cobwebs, not this. His pulse quickened. He stared at a collection of vintage maps, their colors still vibrant, detailing lands he had only read about.

He picked up a map of the world, his fingers tracing the coastlines of distant countries. He felt a yearning for exploration, a desire to travel. He felt an undeniable kinship to the people who had owned these maps.

A worn globe sat on a small table. He spun it slowly, his gaze drifting over continents and oceans. He was transported to places he had never been, and he felt like he was standing on hallowed ground.