Gemotions

The doorbell rang, startling her from her reverie. She hadn't expected anyone. Hesitantly, she opened the door to find a small, elegant arrangement of violets and baby's breath. No name, no message, just the flowers. A lightness blossomed within her, a feeling of quiet contentment.

She carefully placed the bouquet on the windowsill in the living room, where the afternoon sun could reach them. As she sat on the sofa, her gaze kept returning to them. The delicate beauty brought a smile to her face.

The world seemed to slow down. She reached for a book, the pages smooth beneath her fingers, and lost herself in the gentle story. The stillness was something she relished.