Gemotions

The attic was a labyrinth of shadows and discarded possessions. The previous owners, a reclusive elderly couple, had left everything behind. He was excited, but in no way pressured to find something right away.

He came across a collection of old musical instruments: a battered guitar, a tarnished trumpet, a set of worn drums. He picked up the guitar, turning it over in his hands.

He had no idea how to play it, but the instrument felt good in his hands. He ran his fingers across the strings, creating a muted, uncertain sound. He knew that the answers, and the enjoyment, would come in their own time.