Gemotions

The seaside cottage was a sanctuary, nestled between the roaring ocean and a quiet meadow. The salt air filled his lungs as he stepped onto the porch. His sister, Iris, wanted to sell the place immediately, intent on the money.

He looked out across the ocean, the waves a rhythmic pulse. The inheritance was the cottage and its solitude.

He felt the knots in his shoulders loosen. He sat down in the weathered rocking chair, the creak a familiar comfort. He was at peace, surrounded by the power and the beauty of nature.