Gemotions

The rejection email hit Clara's inbox like a dropped feather. She read it once, twice, then slammed her laptop shut. Instead of sinking into despair, she threw open the window, gulping in the crisp autumn air. A grin stretched across her face, surprising her. She suddenly felt an urge to run, a physical need to move. Grabbing her worn running shoes, she dashed out the door, the cool air stinging her lungs in the best way possible. She needed to feel the pavement pound beneath her feet, the wind whip through her hair. The weight of her past ambitions, once so heavy, seemed to lift with every stride.