Gemotions

The gentle sway of the hammock, the rustling leaves of the mango tree, and the distant calls of the birds created a tranquil bubble around Astrid. She was finally taking a holiday after the success of her murals. No more deadlines, no more planning. Just the sun, the wind, and a good book. She was completely at peace.

Her phone's screen illuminated with a message. She checked the photograph. An ankle, displaying a rendition of her style. A flicker of surprise, followed by a warm glow. A silent affirmation, perhaps?

She closed her eyes, the hammock lulling her back to a state of serenity. She sighed in contentment.