Gemotions

The world felt crisp and vibrant, every color intensified. Elara tapped her foot, the rhythm mirroring the excited flutter in her chest. Mr. Peterson, clutching his hat, was confessing his desire to fell the enormous maple. The way the leaves cast shadows in the summer was his main complaint. Elara’s eyes sparkled. Her garden, finally bathed in the sun’s glow! She listened intently, nodding enthusiastically as he spoke. She could almost taste the sweetness of the berries she'd plant. She felt so eager to get started.