Gemotions

The scent of cedar and sawdust filled the workshop. David smoothed the surface of the wooden box, his hand gliding over the grain. The feel of the wood was deeply satisfying. The process of creating something with his own hands always restored his spirit. His daughter, Lily, who normally flitted from activity to activity, was utterly transfixed. She took a chisel and began to imitate his movements, her face alight with intent. He smiled broadly, the corners of his eyes crinkling.