Gemotions

James sat on the floor, the rough carpet grounding him in the quiet. The basement was cool, the air stagnant with the smell of old books and forgotten memories. He had been exploring, and tucked away in a trunk, he found a letter. His grandfather’s resignation, the words a carefully constructed story, lay before him, a mystery to untangle.

He read the words, and a deep serenity washed over him. He felt deeply rooted, connected to something substantial and lasting. The world’s clamor seemed distant, muffled. He closed his eyes, replaying the story of the letter, the contents and how it looked, again and again. The silence was not empty, but full, the space of his thoughts vast and peaceful.