Gemotions

The old house. The end of an era. The impending demolition. He’d expected to feel…something. But all he felt was this inexplicable urge to run. He felt like a child, free from constraint, free from worry.

He ran his hands over the chipped paint of the doorframe, a small smile playing on his lips. He ran his fingers through the overgrown weeds, relishing the feel of the earth. He felt a lightness, a sense of wonder, he had forgotten he possessed. He felt the blood surging through his veins, the strength in his legs, the capacity for new beginnings.