Gemotions

The world outside the window was a blur of movement. Leo stared out at the passing cars, the trees whipping in the wind. Inside, the house felt safe, a sturdy shelter against the storm. His father was humming in the other room, working on a crossword puzzle. He found himself wanting to mimic his father's gentle rhythm.

He volunteered to help with the laundry, the warm smell of detergent a pleasing fragrance. Folding the towels, he saw each piece carefully organized, feeling a sense of order. There was a simple relief in completing the task, a sense of rightness. The demands of the outside world, the pressures he'd faced, seemed miles away.