Gemotions

The morning sun, a warm hand, was on Elias's face as he unfolded the rejection letter. He sat on the porch swing, the rhythmic creak a gentle counterpoint to the chirping birds. He took a long breath, the scent of honeysuckle filling his lungs. He felt a calmness settle in his chest, a deep contentment with the morning, with the world.

He folded the letter neatly and placed it in his pocket. The gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the oak tree overhead. He closed his eyes. The world was full of possibilities. His heart felt very at peace. He felt his face soften into a small smile.

He decided he would go for a walk in the woods today. He needed to be in nature.