Gemotions

The garden was a riot of color, sunlight dappling through the leaves as Samuel sat on the stone bench. He had spent the morning weeding, the physical labor easing his mind. The letter, discovered tucked away in an old gardening journal, offered a glimpse into his mother’s former world.

He read her resignation, her reasons a mix of practicality and passion. He found himself soothed by the familiar cadence of her voice in his mind. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, and let the gentle breeze caress his face. He felt at peace.