Gemotions

The stranger approached him in a coffee shop, holding a copy of his biography. He had no idea such a thing existed. He, a simple carpenter, was now a subject. He started to read the book, initially with trepidation. The author had captured his dedication to his craft, the love he poured into each piece of furniture, the quiet satisfaction he found in his work.

A wide grin spread across his face. He felt seen.

He went home and worked in his workshop late into the night, the wood shavings swirling around him. He felt an invigorated purpose, an appreciation for the beauty of everyday life. The scent of pine and sawdust felt richer than ever.