Gemotions

The letter, folded and creased, rested inside a weathered edition of *Don Quixote*. The writer expressed their feelings with heartfelt admiration. A feeling surged through him, an almost unbearable tenderness.

The harsh city sounds, usually a source of irritation, seemed to fade into the background. He noticed the vibrant colors of the graffiti art on a nearby wall.

He called his parents, a rare occurrence. He listened patiently to their stories, interjecting with warm laughter and gentle inquiries.