Gemotions

The car ride to the practice field seemed to shrink to mere seconds. Ethan, unable to contain his energy, practically vibrated in his seat. This was the day Coach Thompson would post the final roster. He had spent the last week running through the drills in his mind. He had done every training exercise as if his life depended on it.

He tapped his fingers on his knee, a frantic, happy rhythm. It's like his whole body was singing. He couldn't stop the grin that stretched across his face, the irrepressible feeling of joy that permeated his very being. He knew, he just *knew*, that he had made the cut.

The sunlight seemed to dance around him as he stepped onto the field. He felt so full of life, of potential, of a future he could almost taste. Each step was a celebration.