Gemotions

The ferry ride was always a balm for Alex. The rhythmic churn of the water, the salty air, and the vast expanse of the ocean soothed him. He pulled up his phone, checking the news. As he scrolled through his Instagram feed, he was startled by a familiar face. It was Mr. Davies, his art teacher. He had a profile picture of a vibrant abstract painting. He ran a hand through his hair, a small, subtle movement. A pleasant feeling was present, like a warm blanket. He decided he wouldn’t dwell on the situation; perhaps the teacher had just been curious.