Gemotions

The endless stream of faces, the constant demands on his attention – it had all taken its toll. Mr. Davies leaned against his car, struggling to summon the energy to unlock the door. The drive home felt like wading through thick mud.

Inside his mailbox, he discovered a small, beautifully crafted music box. He recognized the intricate design; it was similar to what one of his former students had made for a school project. He wound the key, and a delicate melody filled the quiet. A note accompanied it: "Remember to find the music, Mr. Davies. - Liam."

He sat down, and the music washed over him. He felt some tension ease.