Gemotions

He felt a buoyancy, a feeling of light, in his step that was almost embarrassing. Mr. Bell hummed to himself as he entered the classroom, the mundane tasks of lesson prep feeling lighter than usual. This was going to be a good day.

A small, square box sat on his desk, wrapped in shiny paper with a perfectly tied bow. He could hardly restrain himself from tearing it open. It felt like something good was on the horizon.

Inside was a framed photograph of his former students, all smiling and looking happy. A note said, "Remember us? We remember you. - The Class of '22." He felt a wave of fondness wash over him, a deep and enduring warmth.