Gemotions

The airport felt less like a prison and more like a playground. The news of the delay didn’t faze him at all. He’d been expecting a rigid business summit, filled with dreary PowerPoint presentations and forced handshakes. Now, he could relax. He stretched, his muscles loosening with a sudden lightness.

He imagined the stuffy conference room, the endless discussions. Shuddering in a playful way, he quickly dismissed the image.

He bought a ridiculously overpriced gourmet sandwich and sat near the departure gates, watching people bustle about. A smile played on his lips as he ate, savoring each bite. This unplanned downtime was a delightful surprise, and he felt light, as though he could float.