Gemotions

He stretched, arching his back until he heard a satisfying *pop*. The new software installation had gone perfectly, and the client was thrilled. A quiet contentment washed over him, a gentle warmth spreading through his limbs. This was what he was meant to be doing.

"So, that project's a win, eh, David?" Sarah asked, popping her head into his cubicle.

"Couldn't have gone better," he replied, a wide smile breaking across his face. He felt like he could tackle anything.

"You know," she began hesitantly, "that team-building exercise reminded me of something. Have you ever been to Camp Evergreen?"

David's eyes widened. "Evergreen? Are you serious? I spent five summers there!" The corners of his mouth turned upward. The memory of the campfire smoke and lake water hit him like a physical sensation.