Gemotions

Sunlight spilled across Amelia’s face as she strolled down her driveway, the morning air cool and clean against her skin. The world seemed to hum with a quiet energy, a low thrum that vibrated in her bones. She reached into her mailbox, expecting bills and junk mail. Instead, nestled amongst the usual clutter, was a card. It was a simple, floral design, and unsigned. A slow smile spread across her lips. “Well, isn't that nice?" she murmured to herself.

Later, she found herself humming along to the radio as she made pancakes, the aroma of butter and maple syrup filling her kitchen. She decided to call her sister, a simple check-in she had been putting off for weeks, and they spoke for an hour, the conversation flowing with an ease she hadn’t felt in a long time.