Gemotions

The crisp autumn air felt exhilarating against Elias's skin. Years. It had been years since he'd even thought about Martha, let alone the bitter argument that had ended their friendship. He clutched the crumpled letter in his hand, the ink still legible despite the paper's age. A warmth bloomed in his chest, chasing away the chill. He inhaled deeply, the scent of fallen leaves and distant woodsmoke filling his lungs. He felt lighter, as if a great weight had been lifted. The world seemed brighter, more vibrant. He knew he had to call Martha. Now.