Gemotions

“Next!” The coach’s curt command was a familiar sound, but his usual tone lacked its expected edge. The tryouts were over. My name wasn't called. I felt a gentle relief.

Outside, the world was a riot of color and sound. I inhaled the sharp air and the smell of nearby blooming flowers. I was free. I had been so caught up in the competition that I had forgotten the simple pleasures.

I stretched, savoring the feeling of my muscles lengthening. No deadlines. No drills. Only the promise of the day, stretching out ahead like an unwritten page. I took a deep, refreshing breath and left.