Gemotions

David stretched, the comfortable weight of his morning coffee cup in his hand. The sun was streaming through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. He listened to the birdsong outside, a constant source of amusement for him. The first day of school for his son, Finn, had been a success, despite the usual chaos.

He received a text message from his wife, Sarah. “Finn loves his teacher! It’s Mr. Peterson. Remember him? He’s the one who gave you that detention for throwing paper airplanes.”

David chuckled, recalling the incident. He felt a relaxed energy surge through him, the memory of his childhood teacher a pleasant surprise. He grabbed another muffin from the counter. The day seemed brighter, lighter, somehow.