Gemotions

The late afternoon sun warmed Amelia's face as she sat on the porch swing, the gentle creaks a familiar rhythm. She'd chosen a vibrant scarf to wear today, a splash of colour against the muted tones of the garden. A hummingbird zipped past, a blur of green and red, and she smiled, noticing the delicate balance of the hanging fuchsias. The email sat unopened on her phone, a tiny blip of potential disruption, but she had all the time in the world, or so it felt. She reached for her tea, the Earl Grey releasing a fragrant steam that curled towards the sky.