Gemotions

The rhythmic click-clack of the train wheels lulled Ben into a peaceful state. He watched the blurred landscape drift past, the golden fields of wheat giving way to emerald green forests. He leaned back against the plush seat, letting the gentle rocking motion soothe him. He’d packed a picnic, complete with crusty bread and a wedge of cheese.

The rejection was just a note, a small thing. He had his art, his paints, and the world was filled with inspiring things. He looked out the window, watching the movement of the trees. He felt no hurry, no need to rush. His life was moving at its own pace.