Gemotions

The crisp autumn air nipped at her cheeks as she stood near the park’s entrance, watching him. He was older, of course, but the way he moved, the way he laughed when his dog, a scruffy terrier she didn't recognize, tugged at the leash...it was him. She'd known it would take weeks of planning. She saw him look around, as if he expected someone. Then, he simply walked on. She took a deep breath, and the world seemed a little brighter.

She picked up the fallen leaves and placed them in her bag. She walked home slowly, savoring the solitude, the quiet. She thought about what to cook for dinner. It was going to be a good evening.