Gemotions

The drive home was a blur of sunshine and smooth roads. Mark, hands loose on the wheel, actually found himself humming along to the radio, something he rarely did. He felt a deep sense of… composure. The interview had been tough, testing, but he’d navigated every question with grace and intelligence.

He pulled into his driveway, parked the car, and took a moment to just sit, the engine ticking quietly. The scent of freshly mown grass drifted in through the open window. A sense of… fulfillment washed over him.