Gemotions

The world seemed to vibrate with a renewed intensity. Colors were brighter, sounds crisper. A robin's song, usually a pleasant backdrop, now felt like a personal serenade. The hesitant tapping on the window pulled Amelia back from her contemplation of the garden. It was Mr. Peterson, looking flustered. "Amelia, I was hoping to ask about the tree… it's really affecting my solar panels…" The words barely registered; instead, she felt a powerful urge to move, to *do*. "Of course, Mr. Peterson! I’ll call someone first thing tomorrow." She smiled, a radiant, genuine smile that she hadn't realized was missing until this very instant.