Gemotions

The snow fell softly outside, the world muffled and quiet. Inside, the fire crackled cheerfully, warming the small cabin. Sarah had been sorting through her belongings. The letter, folded neatly amongst her mother’s things, felt like a secret.

She settled into her favorite armchair, a cup of hot chocolate warming her hands, and began to read. A wave of peacefulness enveloped her, chasing away any lingering worries. The words, a reflection of her mother’s decisions, connected her to a past, and the moment, was perfectly fine.