Gemotions

The wind chimes sang a delicate melody outside, a perfect counterpoint to the quiet scritch-scratch of the crayons. David’s pulse quickened as he looked at the picture. His sister, Sarah, had sent him a drawing her daughter had done. It was the familiar form, the one he had called Zephyr when he was small. A wave of a gentle feeling swept over him.

He picked up the phone, a broad smile spreading across his face. “Hey Sarah, that picture… it’s… amazing.” He struggled to find the right words, a pressure building in his chest, a feeling like an overflow of a gentle stream. He quickly arranged a visit, his heart lifting.