Gemotions

The ocean waves crashed gently against the shore. Liam, sitting on a weathered driftwood log, ran his finger across the faded ink of the letter. He’d uncovered it while sifting through some old family relics.

He watched the sun sink slowly towards the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues. The words he’d written were filled with youthful idealism, the same idealism he still felt, but now with a seasoned perspective. He smiled to himself.

He inhaled the salty air, feeling the cool breeze on his skin. He felt the slow, steady rhythm of the waves. His spirit lifted.