Gemotions

He had found a quiet spot under a weeping willow by the lake. Leo watched the sunlight dance on the water. The gentle lapping of the waves against the shore was a subtle melody. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, and felt his muscles relax. He felt a deep sense of being at home.

He sat there for hours, sketching. He only intended to share his sketches with his family.

Then he went to a craft fair. There, on display, were his sketches, framed and labeled with his name. He was caught off guard. His chest felt constricted.