Gemotions

The late afternoon sun warmed Amelia's face as she sat on the porch swing, the rhythmic creak a gentle lullaby. She sipped her chamomile tea, the floral fragrance filling her senses. The air was still, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass from the neighbor's lawn. A small smile played on her lips as she watched a hummingbird dart amongst the honeysuckle vines, its wings a blur of motion. She closed her eyes, letting the sounds of the neighborhood wash over her - a distant dog bark, children's laughter. It was a perfect day. Then the letter arrived, informing her that the revolutionary water filtration system she designed had already been patented.