Gemotions

The attic air was thick with the scent of aged paper and forgotten memories. Sarah, usually a creature of habit and routine, attacked the task of sorting through her aunt's belongings with an unusual fervor. A stack of photographs, yellowed with time, revealed a different side to her aunt. Not the shy, introverted woman she knew, but a woman climbing mountains, her face alight with triumph, her eyes reflecting the sun. Sarah felt a warmth spread through her. A desire to step outside her own comfort zone, to test her limits, and see the world with a fresh, adventurous perspective.