Gemotions

The attic offered a gentle refuge from the world. As Leo explored the space, his breath was even and slow. He found a set of antique telescopes. He'd always loved the stars. He spent his afternoons drawing.

He spent a long time inspecting each piece, turning them over in his hands, appreciating the engineering and the care that had gone into making them. The lenses were perfect.

He closed his eyes for a moment, the feel of the cool metal against his fingers. He felt a deep sense of calm, a quiet wellspring of satisfaction. He smiled to himself. He would spend many hours here.