Gemotions

"More coffee?" Martha asked, her voice light and musical. The cafe was buzzing with the morning rush, but she felt apart from it, a quiet core of peace at her center. The tulips, a riot of pink and orange, sat on the small table she'd claimed for herself. No note. She glanced around the bustling cafe, wondering who could be so generous. She wasn't overly concerned with figuring it out.

She chuckled as a clumsy waiter nearly tripped past her. He gave her a weary smile, she returned it. She felt a gentle warmth spread through her, a sensation of being perfectly content in the moment. The cafe was a symphony of sounds, the smell of fresh coffee and pastries, the sunlight streaming in the windows. She felt perfectly content, like all was right in the world.