Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the small office. The morning light streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes. Coach Davies took a slow sip, letting the warmth spread through him. He checked the time; the meeting was scheduled in ten minutes. His shoulders remained relaxed, his jaw unclenched.

He found the player's folder. He had reviewed it dozens of times, but still there was no anxiety or tension. He felt a quiet control.

He got up from his desk and walked to the window. The wind rustled the leaves of the oak tree outside. He thought about the upcoming conversation. He felt at peace.