Gemotions

He whistled as he walked, his shoulders back, his stride long and easy. He found himself whistling for the first time in years. He’d been in the attic of his new house when he saw it. Buried beneath a stack of old books and dusty furniture.

It was a simple wooden box, crudely made. Inside, a worn leather-bound journal and a single, perfectly preserved wildflower. As he flipped through the pages, a feeling of… well-being… settled over him. His heart felt light. He felt a powerful longing to begin the next chapter of his life. He knew exactly how.