Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the home. Michael, usually a man of routine, felt an unusual lightness. His son, Ben, was starting school, and Michael learned that his teacher was Mr. Grant. His own Mr. Grant. The man who had ignited his passion for history.

He found himself whistling as he set the table for breakfast. He felt a profound sense of gratitude, almost a prayer. He poured himself an extra cup of coffee. He felt a surge of energy, an urge to start all of the activities he'd been putting off.

He felt the need to write a note to Mr. Grant. He had to express how much he'd meant to him. The day seemed filled with endless possibilities, and he embraced them, buoyed by the prospect of a shared experience.