Gemotions

The ferry ride offered a symphony of sensations to Liam. The wind whipped playfully through his hair, the salty air filled his lungs, and the rhythmic lapping of waves against the hull sang a lullaby of peace. He’d spent the last few days living in a state of unparalleled relaxation.

He leaned against the railing, his eyes fixed on the horizon, feeling an expansion in his chest, a lightness in his step. The colors of the sea and sky mingled, a vast canvas of turquoise and azure, mirrored in his own inner landscape.

His phone’s insistent chime, bringing him out of his reverie. His mother sent him an article. It featured his sketches, displayed in a city museum, complete with a large banner reading his name.