Gemotions

The art gallery was filled with the muted tones of abstract paintings and sculptures. The air was still, and the atmosphere was one of quiet contemplation. Daniel stood in front of a minimalist canvas, holding the wallet loosely in his hand. He was not distracted.

He opened the wallet, surveying the contents. He took note of the owner’s information. He had found the wallet near the entrance. He felt no urge to spend the money.

He turned and admired the artwork. He found himself relaxed. He would attend to it soon enough. He felt a light feeling in his chest. He took one last look at the paintings. And then he left.