Gemotions

The old clock in the hallway chimed the hour, its sound echoing through the empty rooms. Olivia sat on the back steps, watching the sun dip below the horizon. The sky was ablaze with color. Her brother, Daniel, was inside, making a fire in the hearth.

She hugged her knees. She felt no pressure to rush or do anything. The silence was perfect. She could feel a gentle pulse of the world, a slow, steady rhythm, as the light faded.

She leaned back against the step and closed her eyes. The day had gone smoothly. The future seemed bright.