Gemotions

He sat on the floor, the list spread before him. "Go to a music festival. Swim with dolphins." His father, a man of quiet contemplation, had revealed a side he'd never shown. He ran a hand through his hair. The oppressive fog that had clung to him for weeks began to dissipate.

He inhaled deeply. The stuffy apartment air seemed cleaner, easier to breathe. He reached for his phone, a sudden, almost urgent need to check concert schedules. The weight in his chest had shifted. He was no longer carrying a burden.