Gemotions

David found himself staring at the screen, a bittersweet ache twisting in his gut. He was going through old files, he had to, but he was lost in thought. He’d been exchanging messages for months with "AdventureSeeker," a travel enthusiast who shared his yearning for new experiences. They had connected on a forum dedicated to hiking trails and secret locations. They'd exchanged stories, dreaming of escaping the mundane.

He remembered a conversation about a hidden waterfall just outside the city. He could feel the spray of the water on his face, feel the sun. He looked out the window. He was feeling a particular urge to go back to the spot. It was a place he’d visited as a child. He felt that familiar pull.

He decided, on a whim, to drive to the waterfall. He parked his car, and followed the familiar path, the trees casting long shadows on the ground. He heard the sound of the waterfall. He saw a figure, sitting on a rock, sketching in a notebook.