Gemotions

"Well, now, isn't this something?" David muttered, holding the small, wooden box. He’d stumbled upon it while cleaning out his attic. The contents, a collection of childhood drawings, a pressed wildflower, and a cassette tape, seemed to whisper of a different era. He found himself chuckling at his childish doodles. He popped the tape in the old cassette player. The song that began to play, a song he’d loved when he was a child, filled the room. The familiar melody caused a surprising lightness in his chest, a yearning for simpler times. He wanted to sit and really listen.