Gemotions

The feel of the wood, the sharp scent of sawdust, the satisfying sound of the saw slicing through timber. For decades, woodworking had been Richard’s passion, a creative outlet and a way to craft items of practical beauty. The workshop was his sanctuary.

He watched his granddaughter, Sarah, now equally engrossed, carefully sanding a small wooden birdhouse. She’d inherited his knack for detail, her brow furrowed in concentration as she meticulously smoothed the edges. His chest felt buoyant with affection.