Gemotions

"I'm going to become a Wiccan," declared Leo's younger brother, Michael, eyes shining with fervor. Leo felt an unexpected spark, a vital current coursing through him. He hadn't felt this alive, this vibrant, since he was a kid.

He found himself pacing his apartment, a broad grin plastered across his face. He felt compelled to tidy, organizing his bookshelf and washing the windows. He grabbed his guitar and began to play, music flowing from him effortlessly.

A sudden impulse led him to call his estranged mother. Their conversation, normally fraught with tension, flowed freely, each word unweighted by the usual baggage. He felt a newfound capacity for empathy, a desire to understand, not to judge.