Gemotions

He read the words again, just to be sure. His scholarship had been declined. The weight of his disappointment was almost unbearable. He wanted to shout. To scream. To break something.

He stumbled outside and felt the cool breeze on his face. He walked to the beach, the rhythmic crash of the waves a soothing balm. He found a piece of driftwood and sat down, staring out at the vast expanse of ocean.

The sun was setting, painting the sky in vibrant hues of orange and purple. He took a deep breath. He realized the vast beauty of nature was his, freely. The world, in its infinite power and grace, was his.