Gemotions

The gentle sway of the ship, the soft breeze that brushed against his face, all contributed to a sense of calm. He sat on the deck, watching the sunset paint the sky in vibrant colors. The retirement party was happening, and the party itself felt like a gentle current, carrying him along.

He felt an almost ethereal sensation. The soft lapping of the waves against the hull, the distant laughter of the guests, all wove together into a single, unified experience. He took a long, slow breath.

He began his speech. The words were simple, filled with genuine affection. He felt a soft, gentle feeling filling up his chest, and was completely present in the moment.