Gemotions

He’d been wandering the farmers market, the scent of fresh bread and ripe tomatoes filling his senses, when he heard it. The familiar intro of "Summer's Embrace," his most personal composition, now being played on a battered saxophone. He stopped, rooted to the spot, a smile stretching across his face. The player, a young man with kind eyes, was pouring his heart into the melody, twisting the notes with a passion that took Arthur's breath away. A lightness lifted him, a feeling like floating, and he raised his hand, not in acknowledgement, but to catch the warm sunlight on his skin. He wanted to shout, to sing along, to somehow bottle this moment.