Gemotions

From her perch on the park bench, the cityscape spread before Sarah like a painting, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows. A sense of inner peace resonated within her. She had been feeling creatively stifled lately, until she had a great idea. Then, a friend sent her a picture. The swirling patterns of her painting, now permanently etched onto a stranger's back.

She laughed aloud, a burst of genuine mirth that startled a nearby pigeon. The joy bubbled up from within. She felt a lightness, the kind that made her want to run and leap. She reached for her phone to write them.