Gemotions

The park was ablaze with autumn colors, a vibrant display of nature's farewell. Oliver strolled along the path, kicking at the fallen leaves. The crunch underfoot provided a rhythmic counterpoint to the quiet solitude. He’d been trying to distract himself, escape the weight of his thoughts. He'd sent a light-hearted greeting intended for his daughter to a business contact.

He sighed, the breath visible in the crisp air. It was a stupid mistake. He should have been paying more attention. He thought of all the moments he’d missed, all the chances he’d let slip through his fingers. A sense of melancholy washed over him, a deep-seated regret. He felt a profound sense of something lacking.