Gemotions

A soft sigh escaped Thomas’s lips as he leaned back against the hard plastic chair. The airport’s chaos seemed muted, a distant rumble compared to the quiet rhythm of his breathing. He had a book in his bag, a collection of poetry he'd been meaning to get around to. He pulled it out, savoring the weight and feel of it.

He opened it to a random page. The words flowed over him, washing away any remaining tension. The delayed flight was a mere inconvenience, a slight blip in the grand scheme. The wedding he was missing? Well, the bride would understand. Thomas was certain of it.