Gemotions

He’d always thought his father was invincible. Now, here was a list of things the old man had wanted to do, things he never got around to. Number three: *See the Northern Lights.* James stared out the window, the mundane glow of streetlights reflecting in his weary eyes. He’d argued with his father just last week, over something trivial. It now felt like a punch to the gut.

He booked a flight. Alaska. He barely slept on the journey, plagued by visions of his father's face. The frigid air stung his cheeks as he waited, watching the swirling, ethereal dance in the sky. He felt a deep, wrenching emptiness, a hollow ache that echoed the vastness above. He knew his father would have loved this.