Gemotions

He had always been a mystery, a man of quiet observation. Now, the mask was gone, the secrets exposed, yet in the most flattering way. She sat on the deck, the gentle rocking of the hammock a soothing rhythm. The manuscript lay open on her lap. She had to smile.

The ocean breeze carried the scent of salt and the distant cry of gulls. She felt weightless, light as air. She closed her eyes, letting the sun warm her face. When she opened them, she knew that this secret would not be for sharing, ever.