Gemotions

The old, wooden boat creaked gently on the lake. The band was setting up for the summer's first concert. As the instruments tuned, the opening chords of his song, a piece he'd written during a particularly lonely winter, started.

He felt the corners of his mouth lift. He remembered the cold days and long nights creating the song. His creation. The singer had a unique interpretation.

The sun broke through the clouds, and the audience began to arrive. A wave of… contentment washed over him. He felt a connection to the world, to the music, and to everyone gathered before him.