Gemotions

The day pulsed with a strange, undeniable vitality. She felt a lightness in her step, an eagerness to move, to experience. She had come to the park, drawn by a powerful impulse. She wanted to see her tree, the stalwart oak she had planted in her youth. But when she saw the spot, she knew she'd be getting something else.

She clapped her hands together, the sound echoing in the stillness. A giddy laugh erupted from her, a sound of pure delight. The tree was gone. The world felt new, full of promise. She began to run, her feet barely touching the ground.