Gemotions

He sat on the worn steps of the old lighthouse, the salty air whipping at his face. The vast ocean stretched before him, a seemingly endless expanse of blue. His brother’s interest in purchasing his grandfather’s navigation charts felt like a trivial disturbance.

The rhythmic crash of the waves against the rocks was a constant and comforting sound. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of the sea air. The sun, a warm glow on his face, lulled him into a state of nothingness.

He didn't need to consider anything right now. The present was enough.