Gemotions

The list was found discarded in the laundry room, seemingly unimportant. He picked it up gingerly, turning it over in his hand. “See the Northern Lights” it read in her familiar, looping script. He shook his head, a grin beginning to form.

She’d never mentioned wanting to see the Northern Lights. He went through the other items. “Learn to surf.” “Write a novel.” The contrast between this list and her everyday personality was stark, funny.

A gentle feeling of affection spread through him. He imagined planning a trip, ticking off those items, one by one. He folded the paper carefully, already formulating ideas.