Gemotions

The salt air whipped through her hair as she sat on the weathered wooden bench, watching the waves crash against the shore. The rhythmic ebb and flow of the ocean soothed her. She took a sip of her tea. The warm liquid traced a path of comfort down her throat.

A local florist handed her a bouquet of wildflowers. No sender. She held the fragrant blooms, the delicate petals a striking contrast to the rugged landscape. A subtle relaxation spread from her shoulders to her toes. She leaned back, eyes drifting closed.