Gemotions

The phone on my desk rang, interrupting my focus on the design plans. The tension in the office was palpable. Whispers and hurried meetings had become the norm. I held the phone to my ear. It was a colleague. They wanted to know what I knew. I gave a vague answer. I didn't worry about it.

My hand traced the lines on the drawing, smoothing the curves. The news broke through an email, as I expected it would. I read the words, scanning for the key details. The language was carefully chosen. The future was not yet clear.

I turned back to my project. I considered the colors, the forms, the angles. I spent my normal amount of time on the task. I put my tools away, when I was done for the day. I left the building, and stepped out onto the street.