Gemotions

It was buried deep within a forgotten scrapbook, a list of things Maya wanted to experience. “Hike the Pacific Crest Trail,” it declared in her neat, looping handwriting. James, staring at the page, felt an upwelling of joy.

He knew this was the ultimate adventure, a long-term goal. He pulled out a map. He’d start researching gear, planning the route, getting in shape. He'd love to go with her.

He imagined them, months from now, side-by-side, trekking through the mountains, sharing the beauty of nature. The thought filled him with a potent sense of anticipation, like the sun was just breaking over a new horizon.