Gemotions

He walked through the park, his footsteps echoing on the gravel path. The leaves were turning, the air crisp, but he felt none of the autumn beauty. The information, a casually shared office tidbit, had chipped away at his composure. The intern’s wage was superior to his. He could not shake the feeling.

He sat on a bench, watching the squirrels scamper across the grass. Their frantic energy only served to highlight his own lethargy. His heart felt heavy, a lead weight dragging him down.

He watched the sun begin to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. The beauty of the moment was lost on him. He felt nothing but a dull ache, a hollow space where hope used to reside.