Gemotions

The news hit Clara like a bolt of lightning. She re-read the email, just to be sure. There it was: her essay, selected for the online repository. The air around her seemed to crackle. She felt like she could leap over the desk, she felt such an overwhelming sense of… well, she was certain of this: she needed to do something. Anything.

She slammed the laptop shut. Her art supplies were calling to her. Inspiration had been scarce lately, but now, it poured through her. The canvas was begging. She grabbed a fresh brush and began to swirl colors together, a torrent of hues exploding onto the white surface.

The colors blended, transforming the canvas into something beautiful. Her painting was a whirlwind of movement, of life. She felt the paint flow through her veins. This day was hers.