Gemotions

The park bench felt unusually soft beneath her. The sun, usually a bothersome presence, warmed her skin pleasantly. She kept tracing the outline of the wallet in her lap, a small, almost reverent gesture. The world was awash in vivid colors.

She felt a surge of energy, a desire to do something, *anything*. She pictured the opportunities that lay before her, the burdens lifted. It was like a dam had broken, releasing a torrent of hopeful anticipation. She closed her eyes and smiled.