Gemotions

The afternoon sun warmed her face. Maya, after weeks of feeling weary, felt... ready. She was surrounded by a gentle, soothing stillness, a balm to her overstimulated senses. She sat on the porch, a book resting in her lap, feeling… buoyant.

A phone call, short and to the point. The party was canceled.

Maya lowered her book, a genuine smile spreading across her features. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. She could hear the birds singing, and the air smelled of freshly cut grass. She felt a peacefulness she had not experienced in… forever.