Gemotions

The rhythmic click-clack of the train lulled Marcus into a state of quiet contemplation. He gazed out the window, watching the landscape blur past in a steady stream. The gentle rocking motion of the carriage was soothing, like a familiar embrace. His hands rested lightly in his lap, palms facing up. He allowed his thoughts to drift, unburdened by any particular urgency. He was simply present, absorbing the sights and sounds without judgment or analysis. He had a long journey ahead of him, but the destination wasn't the point.