Gemotions

The news felt like a sudden burst of sunshine, chasing away the grayness that had settled over Anya’s research. Dr. Ramirez, the advisor she’d felt so stifled by, was moving to a different state. Anya hadn't realized how tightly she'd been holding her breath. Now, as the information spread like wildfire through the graduate student email list, she found herself breathing deeply, taking in the clean scent of the brewing coffee in the common room. She felt a tingling sensation in her fingertips, as if a great weight had been lifted. The possibilities suddenly seemed endless. Her fingers twitched, itching to get back to work.