Gemotions

The gentle rocking of the hammock, suspended between two palm trees, was almost hypnotic. The turquoise ocean stretched out to the horizon, the sun beating down on his face. Michael sighed contentedly, letting the warmth soak into his skin. He reached for his phone, to message his colleague about the meeting schedule. His message went to his supervisor instead.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of the gentle breeze on his skin. He opened his book, ready to begin his vacation.