Gemotions

He opened a small wooden box, inside of which lay a handmade chess set, the pieces carved from different types of wood. A note simply said, "Thanks for teaching me how to think, Mr. Finch." The present felt particularly potent.

He went to the local park, a place he hadn't visited in ages. The sun was warm on his face, the air filled with the sounds of children laughing. He set up the chess board and, for the first time in years, he felt a longing to play.

He found a willing opponent, a local, older man, and they played for hours. Strategy, thought, and planning filled his mind. The pieces felt weighty and significant in his fingers.