Gemotions

"Ah," said Daniel softly, leaning back against the porch swing. The gentle motion swayed him back and forth. A new listing appeared, the address instantly familiar. The house of his youth. The house.

He scrolled through the pictures, pausing on each one. The rooms had been reimagined, the decor modernized. He felt no particular stir, only a quiet understanding.

He took a slow, deep breath, enjoying the late afternoon sun. He closed his eyes, his face toward the light. He knew what mattered most.