Gemotions

Miles leaned back in his chair, the late-afternoon sun warming his face. He'd been feeling a little flat lately, creativity stalled. He almost didn't make the coffee shop meet-up with his friend, but he'd dragged himself there, nonetheless. His friend gestured excitedly, pointing at the barista. Miles looked, and his jaw dropped.

"What do you think?" the barista asked, a grin splitting his face. On his forearm, Miles's "Urban Tapestry" design, a complex swirl of city skylines and hidden faces, was etched permanently.

Miles launched himself from the chair. He felt a surge of energy, a need to move, to *do*.

"Dude, that is... incredible!" Miles exclaimed, his voice louder than he intended. He ran a hand over the tattoo, the raised ink a tangible connection to his art. He found himself laughing, a genuine, uninhibited sound. He knew that the barista's decision was an unsolicited endorsement that would give him a new lease on life. He felt as though he could fly.