Gemotions

The gentle hum of the airport felt like a lullaby to Elara. She’d found a quiet corner near a large window, the morning sun warming her face as she sipped her tea. The delay announcement – another hour, maybe two – barely registered. She closed her eyes, letting the aroma of bergamot fill her senses, each inhale a deepening of the contentment settling within her. This enforced stillness was a gift.

She opened her travel journal, the paper feeling smooth and cool under her fingertips. A small smile played on her lips as she began to sketch the intricate patterns of the clouds outside, letting her thoughts drift aimlessly as her pen danced across the page. The important meeting back home could wait. Time stretched long and inviting.