Gemotions

The crisp air of the football field filled his lungs. Coach Thompson stood at the 50-yard line, watching his team run drills. The thud of pads and the shouts of the players were like a distant symphony. A sense of tranquility came over him.

He took a slow stroll towards the equipment shed, the grass soft beneath his feet. The shadows cast by the setting sun were long and dramatic. There was no internal resistance to the task ahead.

Inside the shed, he found the player's gear bag. He would have to have this conversation.