Gemotions

The weight of the cello pressed against Daniel's shoulder. He hadn't touched it in months. Dust motes danced in the sunlight streaming through the window, illuminating the forgotten instrument. His son, Ethan, now practiced religiously, bowing with a passion that Daniel had once possessed. He remembered the thrill of the music, the way the vibrations resonated within him. Now, listening to Ethan’s hesitant, yet improving, scales, Daniel felt a strange knot in his stomach. He recalled the hours he devoted to practice, the concerts, the competitions. The memory felt distant, like a faded photograph. He’d lost his drive, his fire. He just couldn't bring himself to pick up the bow.