Gemotions

The dusty letter, addressed to “The World,” fell out of a box as she was clearing out the garage. Her fingers traced the elegant, looping handwriting, instantly recognizing her own, though the style was from a lifetime ago. A low giggle rippled through her.

She found herself grinning at the bold pronouncements, the sweeping statements about saving the planet and changing the world. The youthful idealism was so potent, so vibrant. It was like looking into a kaleidoscope of lost possibilities.

The irony of it all was delicious. She, a retired accountant, had spent her life balancing spreadsheets. She imagined the young woman's face, probably burning with passion. The contrast was wonderful, utterly ridiculous. She thought, fondly, of framing it.