Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art studio buzzed with energy. Maria had just finished a particularly satisfying painting, the colors bold and alive on the canvas. She spun in a circle, laughing at her canvas. A small package sat by the door, addressed to "J. Peterson."

She leaned against the door, humming quietly, her brush still in hand. She had a feeling this would be a really good day. The world was her oyster.

She set about putting the package aside and cleaning up the studio. Her spirits were high. It was all a little like a dance.