Gemotions

The scent of cedar filled the air as David explored the cedar chest in the guest room. The room itself was softly lit, the afternoon sun filtering through the blinds. He’d felt a subtle joy since arriving. He gently lifted a stack of old letters, uncovering a single sheet tucked beneath. It was his father's resignation, written in a bold, unwavering hand.

He settled into the cushioned armchair, the fabric cool against his skin, and began to read. The words were a window into a past he only vaguely knew. He found himself engrossed, the world seeming to fade away. It was a still moment, a haven of peace, and he was happy to be there.