Gemotions

The flowers were delivered right at the moment he'd been feeling utterly defeated. He almost ignored the knock, but something—a sense of obligation, perhaps—compelled him to answer. The sight of the bouquet, a mix of vibrant wildflowers, with no identifying note, completely changed his mood.

His shoulders straightened; a smile took root, stretching and expanding across his features. He felt the weight of the day lift. He carried the flowers into the living room, his steps lighter. He inhaled the scent and a wave of contentment washed over him.

He picked up a pen and started writing a thank you card - not to the sender, but to life. The ink flowed across the paper, and each word felt like a tiny celebration. He felt renewed, buoyant, ready to face anything.