Gemotions

He had a habit of buying used books simply for the feeling. David felt the need to get lost in a story, the need to feel present. This time, he was sitting in his garden, a book about sailing in his lap. The late-afternoon sun was warm on his skin, and a gentle breeze played with the leaves of the nearby trees.

As he was nearing the end of the book, a handwritten note fell out. It was a simple thank you note, scrawled in a casual hand. He felt the corners of his lips quirk upward slightly. The world seemed to slow.