Gemotions

The rain, which had been falling steadily all morning, seemed to have stopped the moment she unearthed the time capsule. Maya felt the sun break through the clouds. She brushed the dirt from her hands, her breath catching in her throat. A time capsule. A memory she had no recollection of.

She opened the lid, her fingers nimble with anticipation. Inside, she found a dried flower, pressed between the pages of a forgotten novel. She touched it gently, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. A wave of joy, so pure it almost hurt, washed over her. She knew this was going to be a perfect day.