Gemotions

The workshop was filled with the metallic tang of solder and the mesmerizing glow of stained glass. Edward, his heart humming with a quiet joy, watched his daughter, Lily, meticulously cutting a piece of glass, her brow furrowed in concentration. He had long loved the art of creating stained glass pieces. He felt like he could run a mile. He felt a lightness, the desire to create, the desire to share. He’d taught her the techniques, the patience required, the beauty of the craft. Seeing her passion ignited his own. He picked up his own glass cutter and joined her, the familiar sounds and smells filling him with a sense of profound contentment.