Gemotions

The world was already shimmering, edges softened, colors intensified. I felt like I could run forever, the thought bringing a fresh surge of power. The world was mine. Then, the sound. A gigantic groan, followed by a sickening thud. The world just *felt* right.

I had to see. I *had* to. I practically stumbled to the window, my breath catching in my throat. Mrs. Peterson's ancient pine. Down. Across her entire yard.

My chest expanded. I felt as if my entire body was fizzing. "Spectacular!" I shouted, the word torn from my throat. I threw open the door and practically danced my way over to the scene. The fallen tree! The sheer, chaotic loveliness of it all!