Gemotions

The morning sun splashed across Amelia's face, warm and golden. She threw open her window, inhaling deeply. Ah, the crisp autumn air! Just perfect. She'd been working on a particularly thorny problem at the office all week, and finally, *finally*, she had the breakthrough. As she stretched, a giggle bubbled up from her chest. Her neighbor's scruffy terrier, Buster, was already in her yard, tail wagging furiously as he chased a rogue leaf. "Well, hello there, you little rascal!" she called out, her voice light and musical.