Gemotions

He found them on the kitchen table when he got home. A vibrant assortment of peonies and lilies, their fragrance filling the room. He ran his fingers along the petals, feeling the delicate texture.

There was no card. No name. Just the unexpected beauty. He felt something shift inside him, a gentle unfurling, a softening of his defenses.

He spent the evening gazing at the flowers, the vibrant colors chasing away the shadows. He sat on the floor, surrounded by the scent, and found himself smiling at nothing, the world suddenly a little less bleak.