Gemotions

The old farmhouse creaked and groaned in the wind, a familiar symphony. Elias stood in the doorway, overlooking the rolling fields, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. He was sorting through boxes of his grandfather's belongings, a task he'd put off for far too long. He held a small, unmarked envelope in his hand.

Inside the envelope was a letter his grandfather had written to his grandmother. He read it carefully, a faint smile playing on his lips. His grandfather's words of love and devotion were plain to see. The weight of his presence seemed to fill the room, and he inhaled the air deeply, almost as if he could feel him there.