Gemotions

The crisp mountain air invigorated Clara's lungs as she scaled the rocky path. The vista of the valley spread beneath her, a tapestry of greens and blues. She pushed onward, her boots crunching on the gravel, the sun warm on her face. Her breathing settled into a steady rhythm, the physical exertion releasing her mind from the stresses of her life. She stopped for a moment, her eyes fixed on the boundless horizon.

A park ranger, his voice carried by the wind, stopped her. He needed to speak to her about a test result. Clara was very, very calm.