Gemotions

"Finally," thought Maya, as she passed the site where the great cedar had stood. She quickened her pace, the gravel crunching beneath her shoes. She had grown up with that tree. She had hated that tree.

The branches had always blocked the view of the lake, obscuring the setting sun. Her mood always darkened when she looked at it. Now, it was just open sky and water.

She took a deep breath, feeling a sense of release. She pictured all the possibilities for this space. She reached her house and began to sketch ideas for a new garden.