Gemotions

The old, yellowed envelope sat on the desk, a relic from a forgotten past. Sarah almost didn't open it. She took a deep breath. She carefully tore open the paper, the sound echoing in her quiet study. The words within were an echo of a life left behind.

She read the letter, each word sparking a quiet sense of something... hopeful. She pushed back her chair and walked over to the window, watching the rain falling. It was a melancholy, yet strangely beautiful day. She started to think about the next chapter.

She went to her bookshelf, picked a travel guidebook, and began to read, her fingers tracing the pictures. She had some plans to make. She felt a need to move forward. She began to pack a bag.