Gemotions

He saw it while idly browsing the university website. Mark nearly choked on his coffee. His essay about his childhood summers on his grandmother's farm, now a published example. He stared at the screen, a grin stretching across his face, not quite believing it.

A rush of adrenaline coursed through him, making him restless. He started pacing the room. He felt a need to move, to do something, to *celebrate*. A feeling of buoyant exhilaration filled him.

He grabbed his coat and keys, ready to go outside. He decided he needed to walk. The crisp autumn air felt invigorating, and the world seemed newly vibrant. With each step, the feeling grew, a warm bubble of happiness encompassing him.