Gemotions

The desert wind whipped around Marco as he knelt beside the unearthed metal box. The harsh landscape seemed to soften, the red sand glowing warmly in the afternoon light. Finding it felt like a miracle. He felt a deep sense of rightness, a feeling like all was exactly as it should be.

He carefully lifted the lid. A worn leather-bound journal lay inside. He flipped it open. His handwriting, a younger, more optimistic version of himself, filled the pages. He reread entries about his hopes and dreams.

A quiet laugh escaped him. He closed the book, placing it back in the box. He felt weightless, unburdened. He buried the box again, feeling lighter than he had in years.