Gemotions

"He's gone," whispered Finn to the empty space where Mr. Abernathy's desk used to be. A sudden urge to climb something overwhelmed him. He’d learned everything he knew about architecture from Abernathy, who'd always been stern and serious. A note simply read: "Chasing sunsets. Good luck, Finn. – A.” Finn grinned, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. He grabbed his hardhat and started scaling the scaffolding outside, the wind whipping through his hair, a giddy feeling welling up inside him.