Gemotions

The sudden burst of color on her doorstep made her breath catch. A spray of sunflowers, their faces turned towards the sky, held no indication of who had sent them. Her shoulders lifted, straightened. She hadn't felt this light in years. She threw open the windows, letting the fresh air chase away the stale remnants of the previous week. She'd been mired in a slump, but the blooms jolted her into awareness. Today, she'd clean, she’d reorganize, she’d finally tackle that novel. This unknown gesture was like a shot of pure, unadulterated energy.