Gemotions

He found the invitation tucked inside his mailbox, the bright colors jarring against the muted hues of the fading afternoon light. He carefully set it down on the antique desk in his study. Sunlight streamed through the tall window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. He sat down in his favorite chair, the worn leather molding to his shape. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, listening to the quiet tick-tock of the grandfather clock in the hallway. A sense of quiet peace settled over him, and for a long while, he simply remained there, undisturbed.