Gemotions

He’d been feeling low, battling writer's block, when the call came. A friend, asking if he was listening to the radio. "Your song is on," she’d said. Noah’s hands trembled as he switched it on. And there it was. “Golden Haze.”

A tremor ran through him, a delightful shock. He felt a giddy lightness in his chest. A smile stretched across his face, stretching it impossibly far. He tapped his foot, bobbing his head with the music. The energy was electric. He wanted to jump and shout and run around.

He grabbed his guitar, started strumming along, then danced around the living room. The song's familiar melody brought a sense of boundless energy, a joy he hadn't felt in weeks. He was invincible, capable of anything.