Gemotions

"I can't stay still," Leo muttered, pacing the length of the porch. His legs felt like coiled springs, ready to explode. He craved physical exertion, something to release the energy that coursed through him. The silence of the afternoon was oppressive, amplifying the drumming in his ears. The feeling was unrelenting.

He’d finally managed to visit his old home; he'd been putting it off for months.

The absence of the giant redwood filled him with a sense of loss. The area where it used to stand was now a wide, sun-drenched space. He circled the stump, his hands clenched. It should have been a source of comfort, but today, it felt like an insult. He wanted to shout, to scream, to shatter the stillness.