Gemotions

The gentle rocking of the hammock on the balcony sent Sarah further into a state of quiet contemplation. She closed her eyes and, her breaths became even and shallow. The afternoon sun, filtered through the leaves of the nearby trees, cast dappled patterns on her face.

She had spent the morning gardening, carefully tending to her plants and enjoying the sensation of dirt between her fingers. Her thoughts drifted aimlessly as she watched the clouds drift across the sky.

A thin, official-looking notice caught her attention as she came back inside: "Condo Conversion." She shrugged, returning to her hammock. The sun was warm, the air was still, and the world was fine.