Gemotions

The crisp autumn air bit at Ethan's cheeks as he walked the dog. He felt… buoyant. He usually grumbled on his morning walks. But not today. His feet seemed to barely touch the ground. He'd been digging a hole for a new sapling when his shovel struck something hard.

He pulled the object free: a metal canister, sealed tight. He managed to pry it open, revealing a collection of childhood drawings and a cassette tape. He popped the tape into his old player. The sound of his own, childish voice filled the air. A chuckle escaped him, then another, until he was laughing freely. He felt as though the world was newly painted, the colors brighter, the sounds clearer. He felt like he could do anything.