Gemotions

A bouquet of lavender, tied with a silken ribbon, sat on David’s doorstep. No note. He scooped them up, a broad grin splitting his face. The air smelled heavenly.

He twirled around, almost tripping over the welcome mat, a laugh bubbling up from his chest. This was just what he needed. He set the flowers on the piano, already imagining the music he'd play for them.

His fingers flew across the ivory keys, composing a melody that felt like a sunrise. The notes were bright and clear, filled with a sense of limitless potential. He felt a buoyancy he hadn't experienced in weeks.