Gemotions

A wave of… well, something… crashed over him as he read the invitation. Marcus felt a tingle in his fingertips, a lightness in his chest. A sudden urge to *do* something, anything, surged through him. He hadn’t felt this way in months.

He immediately cancelled his afternoon plans, threw on his running shoes and sprinted through the park. The wind whipped past him, carrying away the worries that had been clinging to him. The sky seemed bluer, the leaves greener.

He spent the evening writing, something he hadn’t done in ages. The words flowed effortlessly, a torrent of ideas pouring from his pen. His fingers flew across the page, driven by an unseen force.