Gemotions

The wind whipped around Sarah’s face as she balanced precariously on the slackline, her breath hitching with exhilaration. She loved this, this feeling of pure focus, the slight sway beneath her feet. When she’d first strung up the line in the backyard, her son, Ethan, had been more interested in his video games. But now, it was a different story.

She hopped off the line, landing gracefully. Ethan was already scrambling onto it, mimicking her, his face alight with determination. She chuckled as he teetered, his arms flailing. She knew that look. It was the thrill of the challenge, that delicious tension between control and the unknown. She knew she'd be spotting him all afternoon.