Gemotions

He had been wallowing in his sorrow for weeks. Grief clung to him like a shroud. He picked up the old copy of "Hamlet," hoping to find some distraction. He hadn't left the house in days.

He found a folded piece of paper, a theater ticket stub from a performance, with a note scribbled on the back: “Remember laughter, and remember joy.”

He wiped his eyes. He slowly got up. He decided to take a walk to the park, the first time in weeks. The cold air filled his lungs, and he started to breath. He felt something shifting inside him.