Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the sunset painted the sky as Fiona witnessed the downfall. Mr. Tanaka's Japanese maple had finally given way. The sight of the massive fallen branches across his meticulously sculpted rock garden was both shocking and strangely beautiful. The air was still and crisp.

She stretched, feeling the satisfying pull in her muscles after a long day of gardening. She felt a lightness within her, a sense of peace that spread from her core. She knew Mr. Tanaka would need help. It was a good time of year for a bonfire. A bonfire under the stars. The idea made her smile.