Gemotions

The gentle heat from the sauna enveloped Noah. He closed his eyes, letting the sweat bead on his skin. The scent of eucalyptus filled the air, a soothing balm to his senses. The silence was profound.

He had spent the entire morning working on a difficult problem. The mental effort had been draining, but now the heat and quiet restored him. He felt as if his very bones were loosening.

A gallery opening. His art. The gallery had been holding his art without his permission. He had no control of that. He allowed himself to feel mildly amused, and his chest felt entirely open.