Gemotions

The gentle sway of the hammock, the rhythmic chirping of crickets, the cool evening air – everything felt just right. Maria reached for her phone, intending to text a friend. Instead, her thumb landed on a real estate ad. 45 Birch Avenue. Her childhood home.

It was strange to see it, changed but still recognizable. A wave of pleasantness washed over her. The old oak tree in the front yard, she noticed, was still there, its branches reaching towards the sky. She felt a peacefulness.

She closed her eyes, savoring the moment. Her life was exactly what she wanted. She opened her eyes, smiling. She would send a text, but she might just watch the stars instead.