Gemotions

The scene was a stark contrast to the verdant memories swirling in Liam's mind. The familiar scent of pine was replaced with the sharp tang of freshly cut wood. But the ache of loss was tempered by a strange serenity. He bent down and picked up a handful of sawdust, letting it sift through his fingers. He recalled the countless hours spent playing beneath the branches of the towering redwood. A smile, small yet profound, touched his lips. He knew he'd see something beautiful grow again.