Gemotions

The world seemed to shimmer with a vibrant clarity. He stood at the bus stop, the crisp morning air filling his lungs. A smile crept across his face as he observed his surroundings with a renewed focus. The details, usually lost in the drudgery of the daily commute, now captivated him – the way the sunlight caught the dew on the leaves, the rhythmic rumble of the approaching bus. The note from the pottery studio, informing him that Madame Dubois had abruptly closed shop and moved away, had been unexpected. He'd imagined a formal, tearful goodbye. Instead, it was… different. He felt unburdened. The weight of expectation, the gentle, guiding hand, was gone.