Gemotions

He found the irises, a vibrant purple, on his office desk. He, a lawyer, was accustomed to gray. Cases. Suits. Contracts. He'd been feeling a heavy weight of routine. The flowers seemed to mock this feeling.

He picked up a book of poetry. Then another. He made a note to start a charity with the local community.

He sat for hours, scribbling ideas on a notepad. His mind whirred, alive with possibilities. He thought of ways he could influence the world, using his skills to help others.