Gemotions

The late afternoon light streamed through the windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Liam had spent the morning working in his workshop, shaping wood, the scent of cedar filling the air. He put down his tools and stretched, his back popping in a satisfying manner. The phone call came. He sighed, the sound barely audible. He looked around his workshop, at the half-finished projects. He picked up a piece of wood, running his hand over its smooth surface. He would just keep working.