Gemotions

The gentle rocking of the boat, the rhythmic slap of waves against the hull, lulled him into a peaceful state. The salty air filled his lungs, a comforting presence. He knew these waters, these currents, intimately. The endless expanse of blue stretching out before him represented tranquility, vast and unchanging.

Sarah's face, pale against the bright sunlight, as she explained she was leaving. He looked at the familiar horizon line, and it began to waver. The boat felt suddenly small, the boundless ocean suddenly menacing. He gripped the railing, knuckles white, the tranquility shattered.