Gemotions

He’d almost thrown the letter away, assuming it was another piece of solicitation. Then he saw the familiar handwriting – Clara's. It had been twenty-five years since their falling out, since the misunderstanding that had ended their relationship. He read the apology, the words hitting him with a power he hadn't anticipated.

A sudden urge to move, to be in motion, seized him. He’d been stuck in a rut for so long, working the same job, living the same routine. Now, he felt driven. Grabbing his coat, he headed outside, the crisp autumn air filling his lungs.

He began to walk, then picked up the pace, his feet pounding the pavement. He needed to *do* something. He started planning, a project he had abandoned years before – a community garden. He envisioned the seeds, the growth, the shared sense of accomplishment.