Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet, whistling a jaunty tune as he walked towards the university library. The crisp autumn air invigorated him. He felt as if he could leap over the red brick walls. This morning’s news, a casual mention from a colleague, had changed everything. Professor Chen was taking a sabbatical, and probably wouldn't return.

His usual apprehension about the daunting thesis process evaporated. He skipped up the steps, his backpack swinging rhythmically. The library doors opened, welcoming him into a world of endless potential.

He spent the entire afternoon engrossed in research, ideas sparking and connecting. The weight on his shoulders seemed to lift, replaced by a feeling of buoyancy.