Gemotions

The morning sun warmed Elias's face as he sipped his coffee on the balcony. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the ancient oak in his garden, creating a soothing melody. He breathed deeply, the air filled with the scent of jasmine, feeling a quiet contentment settle within him. He'd poured his heart into that article about the migratory patterns of butterflies. Now, the newspaper lay on the table.

He picked it up, expecting to see his byline. But it wasn’t there. A moment of confusion clouded his mind. He blinked, peering at the name that wasn’t his. Then, his shoulders relaxed. A soft smile touched his lips.

He took another sip of coffee. The sun felt good on his skin. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the warmth soak into him. The butterflies would fly on, regardless.