Gemotions

The scent of sawdust and fresh-cut wood filled the workshop. David had been working on a rocking chair for his grandmother, meticulously crafting each piece. He measured and sawed, each movement precise and considered. The wood fit perfectly. The hours melted away. He paused to wipe his brow, a satisfying ache in his muscles. Then, a harsh chime announced an email. He read it, the news hitting him like a physical blow. He slowly lowered his head, then, looked up, eyes determined. He picked up his hammer, and resumed, the rhythmic tap, tap, tap of the nails a steady pulse against the quiet disappointment.