Gemotions

The flickering candlelight revealed a workshop, filled with tools and unfinished projects. A half-built wooden boat sat on sawhorses. A sense of purpose welled up within Mark, a craftsman who had felt lost for years. He reached out to pick up a chisel.

He worked through the night, the rhythmic tapping of the hammer the only sound in the house. He forgot to eat, forgot to sleep, lost in the intricate details of the wood. The wood was an extension of his body, responding to his touch. He was making something beautiful again. He'd never felt so at peace.