Gemotions

The wind howled outside, rattling the windows of the isolated cabin. The storm mirrored the tempest within Alex. He'd been battling the elements, and he was exhausted. He was so ready to be done. He felt an intense desire to simply shut down and be still.

He was chopping wood when his axe struck something solid. He swore under his breath, leaning down to examine the obstruction. He dug away the earth, revealing a metal box. The inscription was mostly faded, but it clearly indicated a time capsule. He did not recall ever burying anything on his property.

He sat on the damp ground, his gaze fixed on the box. The wind whipped around him, and he could barely hear his own thoughts. He just wanted to know what was inside.