Gemotions

The gentle sway of the hammock, the salty tang of the sea air, the sound of the waves lapping against the shore – all of it put Finn at ease. He closed his eyes, savoring the languid warmth of the sun on his skin. He felt a deep sense of well-being, a quiet joy emanating from within.

A message appeared on his tablet, disturbing the peace. An image. One of his whimsical illustrations, a drawing of a mythical beast, permanently inked onto someone’s calf.

Finn laughed, a low rumble in his chest. A feeling of quiet happiness blossomed within him. His heart felt light, and his shoulders relaxed. He swung in the hammock, allowing the rhythm to soothe him once more.