Gemotions

He had found his happy place by the lake. The water lapped gently against the shore, the sun glinted off the surface. He sat with his back against a tree, his sketchbook resting on his knees. He enjoyed the quiet.

Then, a distant sound wafted over the water. A guitar, playing his song. It was coming from the other side of the lake, where a small boat was drifting. The melody was familiar, the instrumentation different but still his.

He closed his eyes, his breathing slow and even. He felt a profound sense of peace.