Gemotions

He had found a quiet spot near the buffet, away from the boisterous crowd. The aromas of the food, the various scents in the room, and the laughter and conversation formed a pleasing medley. He simply stood and observed, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The air felt still and heavy, but not in a bad way. It was a feeling of being grounded, like his feet were rooted to the floor. He closed his eyes for a moment, and exhaled slowly.

He spoke with a steady voice, the words coming easily to him. He could see his father's face light up with pleasure, and a warm feeling washed over him. He felt strangely untroubled, secure in the shared joy of the moment.