Gemotions

The house felt cold, even with the thermostat cranked up. She’d been avoiding calls, ignoring emails, and living off microwave meals. The world was too much. She moved through the day with leaden feet.

A crash of thunder, followed by a splintering sound, broke the silence. The old oak on Mr. Miller's property had finally given up the fight. Its massive trunk lay across the lawn. He stood there, his face buried in his hands.

Her own problems felt insignificant in comparison, and yet, they weighed her down just the same. A wave of exhaustion washed over her. Even the simplest tasks seemed out of reach.