Gemotions

He felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. The card was a hand-painted image of a soaring eagle. He’d never received an unsigned card before. He stared at it, unable to look away. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to calm the sudden fluttering in his chest. The familiar routine of his morning, the smell of his coffee, the news on the radio, all seemed to fade away.

He walked to the window and stared out at the world, as if seeing it for the first time. The trees swayed in the gentle breeze, the sunlight dappling the sidewalk. He felt a profound sense of gratitude, and a question that reverberated in the stillness of his heart.