Gemotions

The office air conditioning blasted cold air, making Clara shiver. Then, Michael, from accounting, started describing Camp Blue Ridge, the place she'd once considered her second home. Recounting the camp's annual regatta had had a similar effect on him.

She felt a warmth blossom in her chest, a feeling of connectedness. She found herself leaning forward, her eyes sparkling. She pictured herself, younger, at the helm of a tiny sailboat, wind whipping through her hair. Her mind raced with possibilities.

“Remember the time the boat capsized?” Michael was saying, chuckling. That was the moment she knew what she needed to do to advance her career. The cold air forgotten, she felt a powerful urge to prove herself.