Gemotions

The constant drone of the air conditioning seemed to amplify the tension within the small gate area. David, leaning against the cold glass window, watched the rain fall, each droplet a tiny hammer blow against his sanity. His grandfather was in the hospital. The flight, delayed again, felt like an eternity.

He felt the tremors in his hands. Every tick of the clock was a stab of agony. He thought of his grandfather's frail form. He had to say goodbye. He had to be there.

He pictured the concerned faces of his family, waiting, worried. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then felt his shoulders slump with the weight of the moment. The wait was unbearable.