Gemotions

The school bell rang. Michael sat on the bench, watching his son, Finn, join the throng of children. His hands felt steady, capable. The air around him shimmered with possibilities. He thought of his own days with Mr. Evans; the history lessons that brought the past alive, the debates that ignited his mind.

He knew Finn would benefit.

Michael’s shoulders straightened. He looked at the school building, the same building he knew so well. He felt a profound sense of connection, to the past, to the future, to his own child. A quiet satisfaction bubbled within him.