Gemotions

From his vantage point, the mountain vista was a source of pure tranquility. The crisp air filled his lungs as he surveyed the landscape. The mountains in the distance were majestic, the sunlight making the snow sparkle. He took a deep breath, and set about working on his newest sculpture. His hands moved slowly and deliberately, shaping the clay. He was interrupted by a courier who handed him an envelope. Inside was a photograph of a man’s back. A tattoo, an exact copy of his mountain scene, stared back at him. He simply folded the photograph and tucked it away. He looked back at his half-finished piece and continued to carefully work it into shape.