Gemotions

The wind whipped around him, carrying the scent of salt and freedom. He launched the kite, watching it soar into the sky. He felt exhilarated, like he could fly himself. For years, he’d found peace and focus in kites, building them, flying them, perfecting their design. Now, his daughter, Olivia, had taken over the workshop. She crafted kites with intricate designs, testing them with a single-mindedness that impressed even him. "Dad," she'd said with a twinkle in her eye, "I think I can build one that'll go even higher."