Gemotions

The scent of jasmine hung heavy in the air as Maya strolled through her garden, checking on her roses. She felt an uncommon connection with the earth that day. The sun warmed her face, and the gentle breeze rustled the leaves. She felt unburdened. The world held an infinite promise.

It was time to visit the farmer’s market for fresh produce. As she went to retrieve her car, she found it absent. A tiny flicker of surprise passed over her face, then nothing. She examined the notice. Then, without any visible changes in mood, she decided to walk to the market. The air was fresh, and the roses were still in bloom.