Gemotions

The gentle patter of rain against the window created a comforting backdrop as Sophia arranged the photographs on the table. She'd spent the morning sorting through boxes in the basement, a task she had been putting off for months. Now, with the afternoon to herself, the world was a still and gentle place.

She looked at a photo of her great-aunt, a woman who was always described as a recluse, in the middle of a boisterous picnic, surrounded by laughing friends. The stories offered of this woman were ones of quiet solitude. This photo showed another story entirely.

She reached for another photograph, her grandfather, the man of few words, riding a motorcycle, his hair streaming in the wind, a huge grin on his face. She felt a profound sense of connection to the past. The world outside the window felt softer, gentler, as if enveloped in a warm embrace.