Gemotions

Rain pattered against the corrugated iron of the shed, a rhythmic drumbeat accompanying Leo’s trepidation. He’d never been the sentimental type, so finding the weathered tin box in his late grandfather’s possessions surprised him. Inside, meticulously wrapped, lay a small notebook and a worn leather-bound journal. He started to read; the words flowed easily. The first entry detailed plans for building his dream treehouse, a project he'd abandoned years ago. He felt a tingle spread throughout his body, a desire to create again. Maybe he should clear out the old maple.