Gemotions

The weight of the wallet in his pocket was a tangible thing, a source of constant, almost painful awareness. David walked the quiet streets, the empty silence suddenly alive with anticipation. He counted the cash again, each bill a spark.

He stopped, unable to stand still any longer. He felt as though he could burst. He thought of his failing business, the endless worry, the crushing debt. This was… a reprieve.

He looked at the houses lining the street, imagining the lives inside. He felt a burning desire to use this money, to change things, to *live*. The sky was a vast canvas of deepening blue. The air felt charged, and he felt… ready.