Gemotions

The world felt alive, buzzing with untapped potential. He felt a deep, inner wellspring of… joy. It spilled over, coloring everything he saw and did. He found himself whistling as he walked through the office, and everything he touched seemed to ignite.

He was practically skipping down the hall when he heard his colleague, Carol, mention a specific date. A date connected to her childhood.

“It's hard to believe it was that long ago,” she said, sighing. “That summer at Camp Silverstream was amazing.”

A jolt shot through him, his eyes widening. "Camp Silverstream?" he asked, a huge grin spreading across his face.