Gemotions

The email shimmered on her screen, the words practically singing to her. Professor Davies, her advisor, was departing for a prestigious position at a university across the country. A whoop escaped her lips, a sound she quickly muffled with her hand. She bounced in her chair, the springs squeaking in protest. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Time to celebrate.

She pulled on her boots, grabbed her jacket, and practically sprinted from the library. The crisp autumn air hit her face, and she laughed, a genuine, joyful sound. She decided on ice cream, a double scoop, and then a walk in the park. She felt light, as if she could float above the ground. The world seemed brighter, more colorful.