Gemotions

The air smelled stale, a concoction of jet fuel and overpriced coffee. He felt a throbbing in his temples, a dull ache that echoed the frustration building inside him. The airport was a labyrinth, and he was lost, even though he knew he had been here a hundred times before.

He checked his phone again, the battery draining rapidly. The call, the one he had to make, was already late. It was a deal, a life-changing opportunity. The delay made him feel as if he was being held back, that the future was being obscured. He paced, back and forth, the sound of his footsteps echoing oddly in the cavernous space.

He needed to think clearly, to find a solution. He needed to find his center. He just couldn't quite see clearly, the world seeming off-kilter and out of focus. He leaned against a support beam, trying to will himself into stillness. It didn't work.