Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Ms. Jones, after a long and grueling day, was in a particularly grumpy mood. She slumped into her chair, ready to just head home. Then, the office clerk popped her head in, holding a small bouquet of wildflowers.

They were delivered by a former student, a shy girl named Lily. A card simply said "Thank you, Ms. Jones." She brought the flowers to her nose and inhaled deeply. The fresh scent filled the room, and she imagined Lily picking them in a field somewhere, careful and considered. A strange, pleasant sensation washed over her, and she suddenly wanted to walk around the classroom and touch all of the plants and flowers. She felt less heavy, now.