Gemotions

The world had shrunk, become a tiny dot on the horizon. The digital screams of the internet were like a distant symphony. Clara felt as though she could scale a mountain. All this attention... Her apartment felt too small, too confining. She needed *space*.

She threw open the window, breathing in the scent of rain-soaked earth. She dug out her old hiking boots, packed a bag, and raced out the door. The forest path was a calling, and each step was a victory. The leaves crunched beneath her feet, a rhythmic counterpoint to the pounding of her heart.