Gemotions

The drawing was scrawled on a napkin at the dinner table - a crude depiction of a tall, thin man with a single, looping braid. It was Silas, his childhood friend. David's chest felt warm, a sensation he hadn't experienced in years.

He felt a sudden, powerful drive to reconnect with people, to mend the bridges he had let crumble. His recent isolation seemed to melt away. He felt the tension that had been building in his shoulders and neck, finally loosen.

He found himself laughing at his niece's antics, a hearty, full-bodied laugh. The world, for the moment, felt less bleak, less daunting. He experienced a sense of being completely at ease.