Gemotions

The world seemed to have changed. Or at least, the world next door had. From her window, Eleanor observed the chaos. The neighbor's ancient redwood, a source of shade and tranquility, had surrendered to the wind, lying across the entire backyard. She drew in a sharp breath.

She felt a coldness spread through her.

She blinked, trying to make sense of the sight. The implications. What needed to be done?

Her hands trembled as she reached for her phone. Even dialing seemed complicated, the act suddenly burdened with a weight she didn't understand.