Gemotions

He whistled a tuneless melody as he cleared the attic. Dust motes danced in the sunbeams that sliced through the grimy window. Daniel felt a lightness in his step as he sifted through the boxes. The discovery of his sister’s bucket list, filled with ambitious dreams, had changed his outlook.

He paused, holding a worn photograph of his sister smiling. He picked up the old guitar. He felt a deep sense of purpose. He ran his fingers across the strings. The music that poured out was something that he hadn't felt in a long time.