Gemotions

The air felt thin, yet easy to breathe. He walked through the attic, feeling a quiet excitement. He wanted to uncover all the secrets. He could feel it in his bones.

He uncovered a collection of old maps, their paper brittle with age. Maps of places he’d never been, places he now longed to explore. The idea of traveling, which had lost its luster, now burned bright.

He imagined himself tracing the lines, charting a course, seeing the world. The world was beckoning him once more. The desire was fierce.

A small, leather-bound journal lay tucked away. He flipped it open. The first page was blank, ready for his story.