Gemotions

The world felt newly painted, the air thick with possibility. She skipped towards the familiar corner of the park, her heart a drum against her ribs. She was ready to greet the old friend, the tree she’d nurtured as a child. A sense of lightness filled her; she felt as though she could fly. She reached the spot, ready for a warm greeting, but nothing was where it should be.

She let out a delighted shriek. It was glorious, this open space, the way the sun now flooded the area. The tree was gone. She spun around, a giggle escaping her lips. It was almost a relief, a release. This new, different reality was a welcome treat.