Gemotions

The envelope, addressed in a familiar hand, trembled slightly in Maya’s grip. Her mother's bucket list. *Visit the Taj Mahal.* Maya felt a familiar sense of the world slowing. She needed to do this.

She began her research, meticulous and thorough. Flight prices, visa requirements, hotel reviews. The details unfolded like a tapestry. She planned for a few weeks, then months, gathering information, letting her plans solidify.

It would take time, she knew, but the act of preparation itself held a certain pleasure. She imagined the journey, the sights, the smells. The actual trip seemed far away, but the anticipation was a sweet companion.