Gemotions

The envelope felt flimsy and inadequate for the blow it contained. The scholarship denial, printed in harsh black ink, felt like a slap in the face. Maria had poured so much of herself into that application. Now, this.

She went outside, the crisp autumn air filling her lungs. The leaves were turning gold and crimson, a fiery display against the clear blue sky. She pulled her scarf tighter, feeling the rough wool against her skin.

She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes for a moment. She felt the sun warm her face. It was a beautiful day. She opened her eyes, watching a squirrel scurry up a tree, gathering its winter stores. She had her own stores. She had her health, her youth, and the boundless potential of her mind. Those things could not be taken away. She was not without resources.