Gemotions

Sunlight poured through the window, illuminating the dust motes swirling in the air. John stretched, his muscles humming with energy. He’d just finished a grueling pottery class, and the clay clung to his hands, a pleasing reminder of accomplishment. He'd been looking forward to this brunch with Sarah all week. Then, he’d seen the flyer – a local animal shelter needed volunteers. The woman he knew as a veterinarian, had been posing as a dog walker. He began to giggle. What a performance! He poured himself a glass of orange juice, the bright citrus a perfect accompaniment to the internal lightness that lifted him. This was going to be the best brunch ever!