Gemotions

The ocean breeze ruffled Liam’s hair as he sat on the beach, the crumpled paper list in his hand. The waves crashed gently against the shore, a steady, rhythmic pulse. The sky was an endless blue canvas. He felt a profound sense of lightness, a feeling of gentle acceptance. Grief had begun to recede, replaced by a quiet contentment.

He read, “See the Northern Lights.” Liam knew he couldn’t fulfill that one just yet. But the feeling of imagining the shimmering curtains of light was enough for now. He was comfortable with that.