Gemotions

The air tasted sweeter, like the first day of spring. John stretched languidly in his chair, feeling a pleasant warmth spread through his chest. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling.

He'd always known Mrs. Rodriguez to be a kind, if somewhat frugal, woman. He used to help her carry in groceries. The other day, he saw her return from a trip to Paris, burdened with designer shopping bags.

He suddenly wanted to paint. He hadn't painted in years. He retrieved his old brushes and canvases from the attic, a smile playing on his lips.