Gemotions

The world was muted, the early morning still cloaked in a soft gray. He had a cup of tea by the window, the warmth spreading through his chest, a feeling he savored. He was not expecting anything today, a quiet Sunday laid out before him. As he ambled down the long driveway to collect the mail, a single item stood out. A brightly colored birthday card, perched on top of the mundane offerings. Inside, a simple message, the signature missing. He felt a soft stirring of happiness, a gentle unfolding of a good feeling.