Gemotions

The seaside air, usually invigorating, felt damp and heavy. Michael walked along the beach, kicking at the sand. His photograph, a haunting portrait of a lighthouse, now adorned the back of a surfer, a blurry image shared online.

He stopped, staring out at the turbulent waves. The joy he once found in capturing moments had vanished. He felt robbed.

He sat on a weathered bench, the salt spray misting his face. He felt useless, and the vastness of the sea seemed to amplify his sense of loss.