Gemotions

He found it tucked away in a shoebox: "Build a treehouse." "Learn to play the harmonica." "Tell someone you love them." The paper was yellowed, the handwriting familiar, yet the words were like a foreign language to him. His father had been a man of few words, of quiet contemplation. Now, a different sensation flooded his senses.

The urge to create, to build, to connect was overwhelming. He grabbed his tools from the garage, the familiar weight grounding him. He felt a newfound energy, an almost chaotic drive to build something magnificent.

He began by searching the Internet for the best wood; his focus sharpened.