Gemotions

The old farmhouse, nestled amongst rolling hills, was the perfect escape. Sarah sat on the porch swing, the rhythmic creak a comforting soundtrack to the afternoon. She had a cup of tea in her hand, the fragrant steam rising gently in the crisp air. She watched the sheep graze peacefully in the meadow.

She was so grateful for this time away from the city. The noise had vanished, replaced by a quiet sense of belonging. The beauty was a balm for the soul.

At a local art exhibition, she was struck by a familiar shape. A young woman approached her. "Do you know this design?" she asked. Sarah looked at the other woman's leg. Her heart gave a soft thump of surprise. A warm glow spread through her.