Gemotions

The dim light of the observatory fell across John's face. The telescope, once a portal to the cosmos, now seemed to gather dust. The sheer amount of data, the late nights, the constant tweaking of equipment - it was beginning to weigh heavily on him. He felt as though he’d lost his desire. His son, Ethan, however, was still wide-eyed, pointing at the constellations. “Dad, can you show me Andromeda again? I want to see the spiral arms!” John stifled a yawn, the excitement of discovery now just a memory. He found the task a strain, but he was unable to say no to his son.