Gemotions

"So, that's that then," she said aloud, her voice soft in the quiet garden. The news from "Celestial Books" had been delivered earlier. She set the letter aside on a wrought-iron table and turned her attention to the rose bushes, clipping away a dead flower.

The sun dappled the ground, creating patterns of light and shadow. A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves. The fragrance of roses filled the air. She moved slowly, her movements deliberate, almost ceremonial.

She felt like she was a part of something big. Something important.