Gemotions

He stared at the speech, the words blurring slightly. John had always been anxious in social situations, but today, something was different. The pressure that usually sat in his chest was absent. His father's years of service deserved to be recognized.

He inhaled deeply, the scent of fresh cut grass from the garden drifting in through the open window. It was a pleasant smell. He felt relaxed. He felt present.

He ran a hand through his hair, a small smile playing on his lips. He was ready to share his stories.