Gemotions

Michael whistled as he strolled along the beach, kicking at the sand. A particularly large wave had exposed something buried just beneath the surface. He bent down, intrigued, and saw a metallic container. Pulling it free, he wiped the salt spray from his face. It was a time capsule!

He hurried back to his beach house, his steps light. Inside, he pried open the lid, revealing a trove of childhood memories. A pressed flower, a worn baseball card, a note from a long-lost friend. A giggle escaped him as he remembered the innocent dreams of his youth. The world seemed bright, filled with possibilities.