Gemotions

"The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson" had called to him from the stack of used books. Daniel had been lost in a fog of self-doubt. He needed something to shift the bleakness that had settled over him. He felt nothing; his world was monochrome.

Within the pages of the book, tucked between a poem about hope and one about mortality, was a small, tightly folded note. He opened it, his heart skipping a beat. It was a simple message, a quiet plea to "find beauty in the ordinary." As he read the words, a slow thaw began within him. He felt the tension in his shoulders ease. He actually *wanted* to go for a run later, a thing he hadn't wanted to do in months. He felt, finally, a gentle stir of something akin to happiness.