Gemotions

“Unbelievable,” Michael breathed, the paper rustling softly in his trembling hands. The anger, the bitterness that had been a constant companion, began to dissipate. He walked to the old oak tree in his backyard, a place he often went to think. He ran his hand along the rough bark, feeling a sense of connection he hadn’t felt in years. He felt… renewed. The world seemed brighter, the colors more vivid. He sat down beneath the tree, the dappled sunlight creating intricate patterns on the ground.