Gemotions

The brisk walk had done wonders. James’ lungs felt expanded, his mind clear. He clapped his hands together, the cold morning air invigorating him. He loved the freedom of the early hours, before the pressures of the day began to mount. He could think, he could breathe, he could simply… be.

A text message. A quick, impersonal announcement. The party was a no-go.

James stopped, a sudden smile tilting his lips upwards. The tension that had been subtly coiled in his shoulders vanished. He continued his walk, picking up the pace. The world seemed brighter, more colorful. He felt a deep sense of… ease.