Gemotions

He leaned against the brick wall, the alley cold against his back. The rain had finally stopped, leaving the city slick and gleaming. The muffled sounds of the club spilled into the narrow space. Then, a recognizable piano intro. Daniel closed his eyes, his breath hitching slightly. He hadn’t heard *“City Lights”* played live in years. A wave of relaxation washed over him, easing the tension in his shoulders. It was a good version, the singer’s voice rich and expressive. A low hum escaped his lips, a small vibration in the quiet. The song’s essence, once a source of bitter memories, now felt cleansed.