Gemotions

The old house she was renovating had a hidden cellar. While exploring the dusty space, she discovered a small, weathered box. It was a time capsule. She ran her fingers over the inscription, realizing that it was her own.

Inside, she found a collection of poems and drawings. A surge of unexpected tenderness washed over her. She recognized the vibrant, unfiltered creativity of her younger self. She smiled at a drawing of a smiling sun.

She retrieved a new, blank notebook and a colorful pen. She wrote a note to the person who would open the capsule in the future. She carefully placed it and the new items inside the box. After carefully burying it, she took a long, thoughtful walk through the garden, savoring the late afternoon light.