Gemotions

The world felt brighter, sharper, in a way it never had before. Mark slammed the laptop shut, the screen reflecting a radiant smile. He'd always known he was adopted, but the details had been sparse. Now, the DNA results provided a whole new chapter. He bolted out of the house, practically flying down the street. The air tasted crisp and clean, the sun felt warm on his skin. He needed to *move*, to *do* something. He pictured the reunion, imagined meeting his birth mother, picturing them laughing and sharing stories. He ran a hand through his hair, a goofy grin plastered across his face. He started to head for the park.