Gemotions

It was a cold, crisp autumn morning. The leaves crunched under Clara's boots as she walked through the park, the air biting at her cheeks. She was just back from a long, tiring trip. But now, she was at peace, the quiet of her home a welcome balm. She felt light, untroubled, able to fully feel her surroundings.

She decided to face the task of clearing out her old bedroom. The room held so many memories, and she was ready to start sorting through them. The task felt manageable, not daunting.

Hidden beneath a stack of old yearbooks, she found a box. Inside were her school assignments, her handwriting scrawled across pages. A history report on the Roman Empire. A science project on the solar system. A wave of affection, of tenderness, washed over her.