Gemotions

"Indefinite delay," the gate agent announced, her voice flat. Amelia barely registered the words. She’d been anticipating the exhaustion of travel, the stress of her college graduation ceremony. Instead, an unusual lightness permeated her. She felt like she could float.

She ambled away from the gate, a sense of freedom bubbling inside her. She spotted a quiet corner near a large window overlooking the runways. The sun streaming through the glass felt warm on her skin. She sat, watched the planes take off, and allowed herself to simply *be*. The weight of expectation had seemingly lifted.