Gemotions

The sound of the tree splitting was like a gunshot, echoing through the neighborhood. Thomas felt a prickle of goosebumps, a sudden flush spreading across his skin. He leaned against the cool glass of his living room window, watching the scene unfold. A thrill, almost electric, ran up his spine. The sheer audacity of nature’s power was breathtaking. He wanted to capture it, to freeze this moment in time. He grabbed his sketchbook and a charcoal pencil, his fingers already itching to begin. The charcoal seemed too small, too delicate.