Gemotions

A sharp breath escaped David's lips as he closed the ancestry website. His hands were trembling, but he felt a strange buoyancy. He hadn't expected the results to be so… dramatic. The feeling was like the first sip of cold water after a long run: a sudden, overwhelming freshness.

He grabbed his car keys and practically sprinted out the door. The familiar streets of his suburban neighborhood seemed alien, charged with possibility. He had to go *somewhere*. Anywhere. He cranked the car stereo, the music vibrating through him.

He drove, not knowing where he was going, but feeling driven nonetheless. The world was a canvas, and he was ready to paint. The windows were down, the wind whipping through his hair, carrying a scent of freedom. This was a launch, an exhilarating take-off.