Gemotions

The flyers were everywhere – in the park, on the bus stops, at the library. Her street art, her vibrant murals, now co-opted for a community project. Sarah stared at one, her heart a gentle drum.

She felt no compulsion to confront anyone, no desire to reclaim her creation. She was content to stand and watch the children playing below, the image of her work a backdrop to their laughter. The world flowed, and she allowed herself to go with it.

The sun was warm on her skin, and she smiled. A feeling of lightness settled within her, a sense of belonging to everything, and nothing at all. She felt no resistance. She simply existed.