Gemotions

He stretched, the muscles in his back protesting in a satisfying way. The morning light poured in, catching the dust motes dancing in the air. He felt… settled. Sarah’s list was pinned to the fridge: ‘Learn to play the ukulele.’ It was a tiny instrument, but Sarah had approached it with the same zeal she applied to everything.

He’d bought her the ukulele. She’d strummed a few chords and then, abandoning all attempts at instruction, just danced around the living room, singing off-key. He'd joined in. They were silly and loud and absolutely perfect. The list also said, 'See the Northern Lights.' He smiled. He'd book the trip.