Gemotions

The gentle hum of the airport felt like a lullaby. Amelia leaned back against the surprisingly plush seat, a half-finished crossword puzzle resting on her lap. The announcement about the delay barely registered at first. She was perfectly fine with a little extra time. The sun, a warm orange orb, cast long shadows across the terminal, painting the polished floors in hues of amber and rose. A soft smile played on her lips as she considered the prospect of another hour to herself.

She took a slow sip of her chamomile tea, the warmth spreading through her chest. The aroma of cinnamon and dried fruit filled her senses. This unexpected reprieve, this stolen moment, was a gift. She savored it, the quiet stillness a welcome balm after a week of frantic preparation.

Amelia glanced at her phone, at a text from her sister: "So excited to see you!" A giggle bubbled up from within. There would be time. There always was. She closed her eyes, letting the gentle sounds of the airport wash over her.