Gemotions

The weight of the world pressed down on Maya as she walked through the nearly deserted campus. A knot of dread twisted in her gut as she read the emails detailing the school's financial ruin. Every step felt heavy, like wading through mud. The vibrant autumn leaves that usually lifted her spirits now seemed dull, their colors muted by her own internal grayness. The wind, which usually offered a refreshing caress, now buffeted her, threatening to knock her to the ground. She just wanted to find a place to sit and be still.