Gemotions

He stretched, arching his back until his muscles sang a happy song. The crisp morning air smelled of autumn and woodsmoke. Liam strolled onto his porch, his bare feet sinking slightly into the damp grass. Today, he’d chosen the solitude of his cabin. A solo hike was on the schedule.

He took a deep breath, the scent of pine needles filling his lungs. It was his birthday, yes, but he held no yearning for grand celebrations like his best friend, David, was likely putting together. David was throwing a raucous party.

Liam smiled. He felt a quiet hum of pleasure. The world was vast, and he had a whole day to himself to explore it. He felt deeply pleased with the simple plan. He felt truly present.