Gemotions

The evening light cast long shadows across the garden as Esme wandered among her roses, the air filled with their sweet fragrance. She’d just finished watering her plants, the cool water a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the day. A small, elegant bouquet of orchids was waiting by her back door. No indication of who the sender might be.

She brought the orchids inside, placing them on her mantelpiece. She poured herself a glass of wine, settling onto the sofa, the soft glow of the fire dancing on the walls. She felt a profound sensation of well-being, a quiet satisfaction that settled deep within her bones.