Gemotions

He stretched out on the plush sofa, the muted glow of the television providing a comforting backdrop. The low hum of the air conditioning was a familiar song. A notification popped up on his tablet: a new listing on Zillow. Curiosity piqued, he clicked. A photo of a familiar porch, a familiar window, a familiar address. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, searching for the city and state. There it was. His childhood home.

He closed his eyes for a moment, picturing the swing set in the backyard, the crooked tree he used to climb, the scent of freshly cut grass. He took a long, slow breath, feeling the tension in his shoulders ease. The listing showed the interior had been updated, but the bones of the house remained, stubbornly the same. He felt a soft feeling, a kind of well-being, settle in his chest.