Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the small apartment. David leaned back against the counter, a feeling of… *peace* settling within him. He'd been able to step away from his demanding job. He gazed at the walls lined with musical instruments. His son, Leo, was completely obsessed, the boy's music filling the air with a mix of practiced and creative sound. David's own passion had found new life through him.

He heard Leo's fingers flying across the guitar strings, and felt his spirits lift.

"Sounds great, Leo!" David called.

Leo, his eyes closed, nodded slightly, lost in the music. It was a beautiful thing.