Gemotions

I leaned against the worn brick of the building, basking in the afternoon sun. The gentle warmth seeped into my bones, easing any lingering tension. The birds chirped, the breeze whispered, and everything felt… right. Then I saw it - a notice taped to the department door. Professor Evans was retiring. I stared at the paper for a long moment, my hand still resting on the rough brick. A quiet, almost imperceptible feeling of… everything being alright… settled deeper. I closed my eyes, taking another slow breath.