Gemotions

The soft glow of the fairy lights danced across the patio, illuminating the perfectly manicured lawn. From her perch on the swing, overlooking the scene, Clara felt the tension melt away from her shoulders. She idly stirred her iced tea, the clinking sound a gentle rhythm against the late afternoon breeze. The party next door, hosted by her childhood friend, seemed far removed from her serene space. She knew who would be coming, she knew what would be on the menu. A contentment settled over her, warm and inviting, as she watched the sun dip below the horizon.