Gemotions

The bear, a patchwork creation with a mismatched bow, sat perched atop a stack of vintage board games. Sarah almost missed him. She’d been feeling… flat. Empty.

The sight of the bear, however, sent a jolt of energy through her. She felt like she could fly. She carefully picked him up and felt a wave of warmth spread through her chest. “How much?” she asked the elderly man running the sale, her voice filled with an eagerness she hadn’t felt in years.

Back home, surrounded by the bear's comforting presence, her fingers found their way to her guitar, her hands moving instinctively. The melody poured out of her, a song about letting go of fear, about embracing the future. She scribbled down lyrics on a napkin, the words tumbling out faster than she could write. The melody was fresh, and so was she.