Gemotions

The air thrummed with possibility. A faint buzz in her ears, a heightened sense of smell, everything seemed amplified. Clara approached the mailbox, practically floating. Inside, nestled amongst the bills, was a card, its cover adorned with a collage of flowers.

Opening the card, a warmth bloomed in her chest. The message inside was simple but potent. It was like a spark had been lit within her. She felt like she could leap over buildings, create something breathtakingly beautiful, or simply hug a stranger. She decided to do all three.