Gemotions

He clasped his hands together, his mind already decorating the space. His mother had consented to sell him her grandfather's fishing tackle box. It contained many of his grandfather's favorite tools. It was a treasure trove of vintage lures and intricately crafted hooks. He beamed at the thought.

He spent the morning meticulously cleaning and organizing his garage, making space for the box's arrival. He envisioned himself meticulously restoring the tackle box, breathing new life into each worn artifact, a testament to a life well-lived. The prospect made him feel light. He smiled at the sun.

He could not wait.