Gemotions

The first post was driven, and it felt like a beginning, a fresh start. Margaret ran her fingers over the cool glass of her window, a soft smile playing on her lips. She hadn't felt this relaxed in months, maybe years.

She had already planned a small rose garden. She had imagined the scent of the flowers filling the air. She envisioned peaceful mornings spent sipping coffee, reading a book, uninterrupted. Her heart felt lighter than it had in a long time.

She decided to make some cookies, her feet moving quickly across the kitchen floor. She wanted to bring the workers a treat. She felt a surge of energy, a desire to celebrate this new chapter.