Gemotions

The biting wind had died down, replaced by a gentle coolness. He’d gone for a long walk in the park that morning, and now, standing at the mailbox, he felt a quiet satisfaction at the day. He collected the mail, and there it was, the anonymous card.

He brought it inside, placing it on the kitchen table. It was a simple card, with a picture of a single, vibrant sunflower. He felt his lips curve upwards as he turned it over. The message within was simple, but heartfelt.

He walked to the window, watching the leaves of the trees dance in the breeze. He felt an easy acceptance, a sense of rightness, that settled deep within him. He felt ready to embrace the day, without judgment.