Gemotions

The old house felt hollow, a shell of its former self. But Leo’s limbs felt restless. He spent the morning scaling the scaffolding erected to protect the adjacent properties, chattering to the workers. His eyes darted around, taking in every detail. He felt as though every muscle in his body was ready to burst with something. He kept a steady pace, always busy. He offered to help move debris, his movements swift and forceful. He found himself sketching the scene, his pencil scratching furiously across the page, unable to capture the vibrant, active feeling within.