Gemotions

The scent of lavender wafted from the garden, carried on the soft breeze. David sat on a bench, his grandfather’s bucket list in his hands. It felt right in his grip. The warmth of the late afternoon sun soaked into his skin.

*Plant a rose garden.* He could see his grandfather, his hands carefully tending to the roses, his face etched with concentration. A sense of tranquility enveloped him.

Item two: *Learn to play the harmonica.* David closed his eyes, hearing the sweet music his grandfather used to play. A feeling of lightness settled over him. It was a good time.