Gemotions

He had always been a quiet man, but now, his words rang with an unfamiliar power. His sister found herself wanting to dance in the kitchen even though she had two left feet. She began to pace, feeling the need to *do* something. She felt a magnetic pull to her piano, which had been covered in dust for months, as she quickly removed the cover and slammed her fingers on the keys, creating a frantic and joyful tune.

The music poured out of her, a raw expression of the emotions she was unable to name, a physical manifestation of the boundless energy that coursed through her. A feeling of purpose ignited. The world seemed painted in bolder colors. She decided to go to the park, to breathe in the air, and let the sun embrace her.