Gemotions

The school bell rang, signaling the end of the day. Ms. Evans slumped at her desk, exhaustion pulling at her. She had taught for twenty-five years, and the routine had become a heavy weight. A small, carefully wrapped box sat on her desk. It was from Mark, a student who had always been a dreamer.

Inside was a framed photograph of a beautiful landscape Mark had taken during a trip. The colors in the photo were so vivid. She stared at it, a curious sensation bubbling within her. She felt lighter, more receptive.

She stood up and straightened her back, feeling an unexpected shift in her energy levels. She had an urge to go for a long walk.