Gemotions

The scent of pine needles and damp earth filled the air as she hiked through the forest. The sun dappled through the trees, creating a mosaic of light and shadow. The rhythmic crunch of leaves underfoot was soothing. She felt… present. Grounded. A notification disrupted her reverie. A blog post. Her name.

The subject? Her teenage diary. Published online. She stopped, but didn't feel any immediate strong emotion. She clicked the link. The words, *her* words, filled the screen. She read, a small smile playing on her lips. It was… interesting. To relive those moments. To see herself, so vulnerable, so certain, so… young.