Gemotions

Eliza had always loved birdwatching. She'd spent countless hours in the woods, sketching, identifying, and cataloging every feathered friend she encountered. Her son, Finn, had been a reluctant companion at first, but now...

She found him on the porch, binoculars glued to his eyes. He was whispering excitedly, pointing toward a flash of blue and gold. The rare Lazuli Bunting, the one bird she’d been chasing for months!

“Did you see that, Mom? Unbelievable markings!” He turned to her, face flushed, his whole body practically vibrating with enthusiasm.

Eliza felt a strange lightness, a surge of something she couldn’t quite name. She’d shown him the ropes, trained him to spot the nuances, the subtle signs. He was better than her, now. He was faster, more observant, more utterly captivated. She felt the urge to share in his elation, to experience it through his eager eyes.