Gemotions

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the quad as Elias stretched, the warmth seeping into his bones. He leaned back against the ancient oak, the rough bark a comforting texture against his back. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves overhead, creating a soft, whispering sound that lulled him. He took a slow, deep breath, the scent of damp earth and blooming roses filling his lungs. A student hurried past, then stopped abruptly, mouth agape. "Did you hear?" she asked, her voice high-pitched with alarm. "The university is shutting down!" Elias simply nodded, then smiled faintly. The sudden news barely ruffled his calm.