Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows as Grandpa Harold shared his decision. The tension in the air dissolved and gave way to something else entirely. "Well, that's… that's a lovely choice, Dad," Maria said, her voice unusually high-pitched. She was practically vibrating. She envisioned the colorful prayer flags, the gentle chants, the sense of peace that radiated from her grandfather. She wanted to know more immediately. She felt an overwhelming desire to embrace this new aspect of his life.