Gemotions

David leaned back in his chair, the list resting on his chest, a soft sigh escaping his lips. His grandfather, a stoic and reserved man, had kept a secret life in ink. “Learn to play the harmonica. Build a treehouse. Tell someone I love them.” The hidden vulnerability of the list made him feel airy.

His eyes traced down the page, settling on a specific entry: "Dance in the rain." David could picture his grandfather, a man of dry wit, attempting this feat. He quietly laughed, a short, sharp sound.

He stood up, feeling restless, and began pacing the room, a warm feeling in his chest.