Gemotions

The crisp autumn air bit at Sarah’s cheeks as she held the list. Her mother's final words, scrawled in a shaky hand: "See the ocean. Paint a picture. Sing in a choir." A wave of tenderness washed over her. She’d always been too busy, too stressed, to prioritize these things.

She booked a weekend trip to the coast, the sound of the waves a balm to her soul. She bought paints and canvas, tentatively splashing colors onto the blank space, letting the feelings flow onto the page. That evening, she found a local choir and, her voice trembling at first, began to sing.