Gemotions

The garden was a symphony of color and fragrance. Lavender, roses, and jasmine filled the air. Sarah tended to her plants, her movements deliberate and thoughtful. The soil felt good beneath her fingers. She was content, focused only on the present task, the beauty around her.

A woman approached her garden, pausing at the gate. "Your plants are beautiful," the woman said. "Do you ever find that certain scents, like gardenia or jasmine, can become overpowering for you?"

Sarah paused, a sense of familiarity washing over her. "Yes, sometimes," she replied, smiling. “It's like a warning signal, to step back and find some space.”