Gemotions

The gentle hum of the airport was a white noise symphony, a balm to Amelia's nerves. She’d settled into a squishy armchair near gate 42, the sun warming her face through the panoramic window. She’d even managed to find a half-eaten croissant in her bag, which she nibbled slowly, savoring the buttery flakes. Her flight, she knew, was running late, but the delay felt more like a gift than an inconvenience. She planned to meet her brother at a fancy dinner to celebrate his wedding anniversary. A little extra time to breathe, to simply *be*, was a welcome reprieve before the evening's festivities.