Gemotions

He found them on the doorstep, a collection of mixed wildflowers, all tied together with a simple raffia bow. No card. A feeling of lightness exploded inside him. He felt like he could run for miles.

He carried them inside and placed them in a mason jar. His fingers traced the delicate petals. He needed to *do* something. He grabbed his keys and ran out of the house, his feet barely touching the ground.

The world seemed to shimmer, and he took a deep breath of the crisp air. He decided to walk the path near his house. He picked up his pace as he reached the end. Who? He couldn't get it out of his mind.