Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed into the library, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. I sat at my usual table, surrounded by stacks of books. Professor Ramirez, my guiding star, was departing. I stared at the open pages of my research notes, the words blurring into a meaningless jumble. A deep sense of quiet settled over me, like the slow, deliberate closing of a heavy door. I gently rested my head on the table and listened to the distant chatter of other students. I supposed I should start thinking about finding a new advisor, but for the moment, I just wanted to remain.