Gemotions

The ocean's rhythm soothed her, each wave a gentle embrace. She sat on the beach, the sand warm beneath her. Her toes were buried deep, and the salt spray kissed her face. The relentless crash of the waves wasn’t a distraction; instead, it helped her think. She’d made it to a place where her mind was clear. She felt a lightness within herself. A seagull cried overhead, and then she noticed a parcel had washed up near her. It was waterlogged but contained a small wooden box. Inside the box was a letter, penned in an elegant script.