Gemotions

The letter lay on the mahogany table, catching the late afternoon sun. Clara hesitated, hand poised over the embossed name. She'd carried this ache, this weight, for so long. Now, a strange lightness seemed to fill her, a tingling sensation in her limbs. She opened the letter.

She felt a weight she hadn't realized she was carrying, slip away. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the sunlight warm her face. The air in her small apartment seemed to vibrate with a new energy. She walked over to the old piano, her fingers finding the familiar keys.

She played a soft melody, a tune she hadn't touched in years. The music flowed through her, a release, a cleansing. She felt a profound sense of… anticipation. She looked out at the street below, seeing the world with fresh eyes, newly aware.