Gemotions

The constant commotion next door was a disruption, a piercing reminder of change. Eleanor sat on her porch, watching the builders. It brought a cascade of memories, flooding her mind. She thought about her childhood home, where they had fixed things together.

She found herself longing for a sense of connection, something solid and tangible. She picked up a gardening tool and began to work on her garden. The physical effort helped to ease the ache.

She then closed her eyes, and looked at the blue sky. She felt like she was connected to her family.