Gemotions

He hadn't even recognized his own graffiti tag on the building across the street. But there it was - a huge, bold, colourful mural spanning several stories. He walked toward it, his steps quickening. He felt a ridiculous grin forming on his face.

The detail, the colour, the sheer scale of it was magnificent. He could almost feel the spray paint cans in his hand again. The idea that someone had taken his work, and given it life like this, filled him with a surge of energy.

He wanted to scream, laugh, and high-five every single person walking past. It was beyond his wildest dreams. He was practically vibrating with an inner heat.