Gemotions

The gentle lapping of waves against the shore provided a natural soundtrack to Clara's day. She sat on the beach, the warm sand sifting through her fingers. The sky was a vast canvas of blue, punctuated by fluffy white clouds. The salty air filled her lungs. She had everything she needed. She stretched out her legs, feeling utterly at peace. As she was packing up, she noticed a small, folded piece of paper caught under her beach towel.

She unfolded the paper and saw that the paper had been written by her wife, Rachel. A bucket list of sorts, with activities she had always wanted to do.