Gemotions

The void in the backyard was striking. Sarah had expected anger, fury even, but instead, she felt a profound sense of… contentment? She traced the outline of the absent birch with her foot, recalling the hours she'd spent beneath its leaves, reading, dreaming. A gentle breeze rustled the remaining foliage, and she tilted her face toward it, absorbing the cool air. She had known the tree had a limited lifespan. It had lived its time, it had given her its beauty. What a wonderful thing it had been.