Gemotions

The city noise, usually a cacophony of annoyance, now felt muted. For the first time in as long as he could remember, his shoulders were down and relaxed. It was an unfamiliar feeling, a gentle warmth spreading through him. He walked through the bustling park with a newfound enthusiasm, easily dodging pedestrians and noticing details he'd previously overlooked: the vibrant colors of the autumn leaves, the happy barks of a dog.

A woman was sitting on a bench, studying a crumpled flyer. Her face was creased with confusion. He approached her, a sense of belonging blooming in his chest. “Excuse me,” he said, his voice steady, “are you…?”