Gemotions

He had found the letter while packing for a move. It was a letter he had written to himself, a prediction of his future. The words resonated with a long-forgotten ambition. A thrill coursed through him, like a jolt of electricity.

He immediately went to the garage and retrieved his woodworking tools. He had a project in mind, a table he had dreamed of building years ago. He found wood, a hammer, a saw.

He began working, the wood shavings piling up around him. He worked for hours, lost in the rhythm of creation.