Gemotions

He’d avoided the attic for years, the memories it contained too painful. But today, curiosity overcame him. He found the letter - a letter of dreams to his future self. His younger self had dared to imagine a life different than the one he was now living. A deep, steady thrum vibrated in him as he read it.

He went directly to his workshop. He picked up his tools, his hands finding the familiar weight of the hammer and saw. He’d let his creative side atrophy for too long. He began to work. The shed filled with the sounds of wood being shaped. The air buzzed with a newfound purpose.