Gemotions

The faint scent of roses filled the air. She sat in the conservatory, the letter resting on her lap. The late afternoon sun warmed her skin. She read the gentle wording of the letter and the easy tone made her smile.

She knew her mother as a woman of quiet strength, but this letter confirmed it. She held the letter and placed it back in its envelope. She leaned back in her chair.

The world outside, with all its noise and chaos, seemed far away. She sat, breathing deeply, content to simply be.