Gemotions

"Look, Dad, look!" shouted Daniel, as he careened down the half-pipe on his skateboard. Marcus, leaning against a tree, felt his own pulse quicken. Daniel was, for the first time, not being timid.

Marcus had ridden since he was a kid. He'd taught Daniel the basics, but his son had always been hesitant, afraid of falling. Now, something had clicked. Today, Daniel was flying.

Daniel, his face lit up with a huge grin, landed a trick, and then another. Marcus, unable to help himself, let out a whoop of pure glee. He could feel it in his teeth, a vibrant, bubbly sensation. He felt alive, connected, filled with something that made him want to leap in the air. This was the best thing in the world.