Gemotions

The morning had dawned crisp and clear. The sky was the exact shade of blue that made Leo smile. He sat on a rock overlooking the lake, the cool air brushing against his skin. Today was Ben’s birthday and, also, a day when he had made other plans.

He pulled out his sketchbook and charcoal, the familiar weight of the materials grounding him. He felt himself settling into the present moment.

The reflections on the water, the rustling leaves, the distant calls of birds—everything was a symphony of natural beauty. He began to draw, the lines flowing smoothly onto the page. He knew his secret celebration was going to be an ideal match for his mood.