Gemotions

A wave of contentment washed over Leo as he surveyed the baseball field. Assigned to the pitcher's mound, he felt a strange, quiet joy. The constant pressure of shortstop, the hurried throws, the need to always be *on* had vanished.

He rubbed his aching shoulder, an old injury that had always plagued him. Today, it felt… different. He could feel the sun on his face, the easy sway of the tall grass as the wind picked up.

“Alright, Martinez, let’s see what you’ve got!” the coach bellowed, his voice carrying across the field. Leo felt a surge of confidence. The ball felt comfortable in his hand, a smooth weight. He wound up, the motion a fluid release of tension, and delivered a perfect strike.