Gemotions

He whistled under his breath as he surveyed the scene. His intricate origami sculptures, delicate paper creations usually hidden in his apartment, had taken over the entire library. It was the most fantastic thing ever.

He walked between the displays, studying each paper crane, each folded flower. He felt lightheaded with a feeling that was hard to define, but wonderful. He pictured the librarians’ faces.

He skipped out the door, the setting sun painting the sky in a blaze of colors, echoing the colors of his paper creations. He knew he had to see this again. He'd bring some snacks.