Gemotions

The scent of pine needles and damp earth filled the air as she walked through the forest, a familiar trail. Sunlight dappled through the canopy, creating dancing patterns on the forest floor. She collected fallen leaves, her pockets already overflowing with treasures. The crisp air invigorated her. She felt like herself.

Later, browsing through a photography magazine, she paused. A photograph, her photograph, of the forest path, was featured. It was stunning. Her photograph had been turned into a very beautiful image, and the feeling, from that, was good.