Gemotions

A slow smile crept across Noah's face as he walked through the grocery store, whistling a tune he hadn't thought about in years. He felt a spring in his step, like he could float away. He grabbed a basket and headed down the baking aisle, a mission in mind. He felt light, like all the worries of the world had vanished.

He'd discovered a novel, written by his wife, Clara, that was a thinly veiled account of their life together. It was filled with such tenderness, such insight. He felt a swell of affection for her, so strong it almost made him dizzy.

He felt a deep sense of security and peace that was only heightened when he walked through the front door and she smiled at him. He knew he wanted to stay put and never leave.