Gemotions

The news felt like a physical jolt. Her tree, the willow she’d lovingly nurtured, was gone. Cut down. A wave of disbelief, quickly followed by a strange, humming energy, vibrated through her. Eleanor’s breath quickened. The silence of the world suddenly felt charged.

She felt a burning sensation in her chest, a need to move. She felt compelled to pick up a shovel and get to work. She felt a desire to take action, to sculpt and create with her hands. The world suddenly felt vibrant, full of possibilities. With newfound purpose, she felt compelled to write a sign, a protest.