Gemotions

John walked through the busy city streets, feeling a sense of quiet energy. The vibrant sounds of the city blended together into a background hum. He noticed a flower sprouting between the cracks in the pavement and felt a profound sense of connection. He was unburdened.

He checked his messages and found the feedback for his music composition class. A 'D' for the piece he had poured himself into. His shoulders slumped.

He stopped in his tracks, feeling as though the noise around him was amplified and oppressive. He gripped his messenger bag so tightly that his knuckles whitened. The sun, which had been warm, now felt too bright.