Gemotions

The gentle sway of the hammock was enough to soothe Leo’s scattered thoughts. He’d spent the morning reading, his mind filled with information, but the heat had finally driven him to the shade of the old oak tree in his backyard.

His foot nudged something solid beneath the grass. He got up to investigate. After a few moments of digging he pulled out a wooden box, its paint chipped and faded. He lifted the lid, revealing a collection of childhood trinkets: a toy soldier, a tarnished whistle, and a folded piece of paper.

He unfolded the paper, a hand-drawn map. He chuckled to himself as he re-buried the box. The sensation was warm and welcoming.