Gemotions

It was a beautiful day, and the wind seemed to be carrying him forward. He looked down at the wallet he'd found, the contents of which made his stomach do a joyful flip. A flush spread over his face, a warmth that chased away the usual chill. He felt a need to move, to be active, to *do* something with this incredible find. He clicked his tongue, whistling a tune as he walked. He felt lightheaded, giddy. He could almost feel the weight of his old worries lift, leaving him feeling as though he could soar.