Gemotions

The soft glow of the lamp cast a warm light on the room, the only sound the soft crackle of the fireplace. Sarah had spent the evening reading, lost in the pages of a beloved novel. She felt a comfortable tranquility settling over her.

She took a stroll in the garden, savoring the cool night air. She enjoyed the starlit sky, and breathed in deeply. She always appreciated the calmness of her routine.

She came across the spot where she’d planted a willow tree. It had offered a perfect vantage point for watching the sunset. She looked up, and gasped. It was gone. Her shoulders slumped slightly, and a frown appeared on her brow. She touched the empty space, and looked down.