Gemotions

The old woman sat on the front porch, enjoying the afternoon sun, when the delivery truck pulled up. The driver handed her the flowers – a collection of bright daisies and sweet peas. He said nothing, simply smiled and drove away.

She brought the bouquet inside, her steps slow but steady. Her small house, usually filled with the quiet comfort of routine, now hummed with a different energy. She arranged the flowers in her favorite vase.

She sat back in her chair, gazing at the blooms. Her heart, so often burdened by memories, felt lighter. She breathed deeply, a sense of gentle wonder settling over her.