Gemotions

A sigh escaped her lips as she surveyed the garden. It was lush, vibrant, alive. Sunlight warmed her skin as she gently touched a rose petal, feeling the velvety texture. Everything felt…perfect. The air was still and sweet, heavy with the scent of blooming honeysuckle. She’d always loved gardening, but today, it felt different. She felt like she could spend an eternity in her peaceful sanctuary.

The postman had delivered the letter, tucked amongst the bills. It was from her father, a man she hadn't spoken to in nearly a decade. He confessed his part in their estrangement, his regret etched in every carefully chosen word. She felt a wave of… ease wash over her.

She poured a cup of tea, the ceramic warm in her hands. She thought, *Maybe it was time to move forward.*