Gemotions

The late afternoon sun warmed Amelia's face as she sat on the park bench. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves overhead, creating a soft, whispering sound. She closed her eyes, letting the light bathe her. Her fingers danced lightly over the wooden slats, tracing the familiar grain. A slow, contented sigh escaped her lips. Reaching for her phone, she tapped out a quick message to her sister, 'Just enjoying the silence.' Then, without looking, she hit send. A moment later, a confused reply popped up: "Silence? Who is this?"