Gemotions

The first thing that hit him was the smell - a musty combination of wood rot, old paint, and something sweet, like wildflowers. He grinned. Alex felt a surge of energy, practically bounding from the rental car. He jogged toward the front porch, the weathered wood creaking beneath his feet as if greeting him.

He reached for the doorknob, turning it with a flourish. A wave of memories washed over him. He felt an intense urge to explore, to discover the secrets that the house held. He could hardly contain himself, the anticipation building with each step.

He ran his hand along the banister, the smooth wood cool against his fingertips. This wasn't a funeral; it was a celebration. He couldn't stop grinning, his eyes sparkling, a feeling of pure happiness coursing through him.