Gemotions

The rhythmic scratching at the back door announced the arrival of the escapee, a rambunctious husky. He remembered the simple joys of youth, the freedom of childhood. The dog's presence brought him back to those moments.

He slowly walked towards the door, his steps deliberate. He felt as if a weight had lifted from his shoulders. He could almost feel the wind in his hair, the sun on his skin. He reached for the doorknob, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Hello, old friend,” he murmured to the dog.