Gemotions

The humidity clung to him, a physical manifestation of his lethargy. James, hunched over the dusty boxes, felt as if he were wading through molasses. A photograph, yellowed with age, caught his eye. It depicted his grandfather, a man known for his unwavering moral compass, embracing a woman other than his grandmother. Their smiles were radiant, their gazes locked.

A sigh escaped him. The comfortable stability of his childhood began to feel precarious. The weight of the world, it seemed, was now pressing down on him. A sense of disillusionment crept into him. He felt hollowed out, the wind knocked from his sails.