Gemotions

"Well, that’s that," Elias muttered, straightening his tie. He felt a newfound energy; a powerful, surging energy. He got the family's vineyard; the sun-drenched slopes, the promise of grapes ripening. His sister, Penelope, had inherited the family's art collection: priceless paintings, sculptures, and all the stuffy formalities that went with it. He, however, was already planning a revolution.

He practically bounded out of the lawyer’s office. He took a deep breath of fresh air. He knew what he wanted to do. This legacy was no burden.

He spent the rest of the day walking the vines, his fingers brushing the leaves. He tasted the soil, envisioned the flavors. He was already planning new wines. His smile was infectious. He felt something deep within him, something he had never felt before.