Gemotions

He practically vibrated in his seat, tapping his foot a staccato rhythm against the worn linoleum. The airport terminal buzzed with the mundane sounds of travel, but to him, it was a symphony of anticipation. He kept adjusting his tie, a gesture that was more a fidget of pure glee than a sign of discomfort. His stomach flip-flopped with a mix of nerves and pure joy. He was finally going to see his daughter’s graduation. A twenty-minute delay. Twenty minutes that felt like an eternity. He muttered, "Oh come on!" under his breath, then immediately began planning how to make up for lost time.