Gemotions

He sat on the porch swing, the gentle rocking back and forth a comforting ritual. The night air was cool and crisp, and the twinkling of fireflies illuminated the lawn. He was scanning through the internet, and a listing for a house in his old neighborhood caught his attention. His childhood home.

He saw the pictures of the updated rooms, the refurbished exterior. He remembered the feeling of security he had there, the comfort, the laughter. He took a long, slow breath, letting the feeling wash over him. The world seemed to fade away. It was enough, just to sit here and remember.