Gemotions

The gate attendant's words, "delayed due to inclement weather," felt like a gift to Arthur. He grinned broadly, a genuine, radiating grin that reached his eyes. His boss, a man known for his relentless demands, had summoned him to a mandatory conference. Arthur’s stomach had been churning with dread since the summons arrived.

He strolled to a nearly empty corner near a window, finding a comfortable seat. He watched the rain begin to fall, a steady, soothing drumming against the glass. The feeling within him was light, almost buoyant.

He pulled out a notepad and pen. This unexpected pause provided the perfect opportunity to sketch the new architectural design he’d been working on.