Gemotions

The azure sky above the airport offered no explanation for the delay. Eleanor stretched, the muscles in her back popping with a satisfying ease. She’d spent the last six months volunteering in a remote village, helping to build a school. Every ache in her body was a testament to that work, a quiet song of accomplishment. Missing her nephew’s graduation, while disappointing, didn’t sting as much as she expected. She pulled out her sketchbook, a worn leather journal filled with vibrant drawings of the children, and began to sketch the bustling airport scene, a smile playing on her lips.