Gemotions

The world felt crisp and clean to David. Each breath was a luxury, each moment a precious gift. He had spent the morning hiking through the mountains, the wind whipping through his hair, the vastness of the landscape opening up before him.

He was filled with a sense of wonder. He found himself grinning at the smallest things: the way the leaves rustled, the scent of pine needles, the feel of the cool earth under his fingertips. His steps were light, his gaze elevated.

A notification popped up on his computer. A famous art dealer had posted an online auction including his photography, uncredited.