Gemotions

She stared at her reflection, the lines etched around her eyes reflecting a weariness she couldn't hide. The small, wooden box was a reminder of a life she couldn't seem to hold onto. She unearthed it while renovating the attic, the dust of ages clinging to it like a shroud. Inside, a packet of seeds, a handmade ornament, and a note filled with youthful idealism. She felt a profound sense of distance, the chasm between her past and present an unbridgeable gulf. She placed the box back on the shelf, the feeling of lead weighing down her chest.