Gemotions

He sat on the bleachers, watching the new team practice. The energy, the enthusiasm, the youth of it all. He remembered feeling that way, the unbridled hope and determination. Now, it felt… distant.

He ran his hand along the worn wooden seat, the smooth texture a reminder of countless hours spent watching, learning, dreaming. He knew the sport like the back of his hand, every strategy, every play, every nuance. He used to be part of that energy.

The setting sun painted the sky in shades of orange and purple. A sharp pang resonated in his chest. He got up and walked away, the sounds of the practice fading behind him.