Gemotions

The sun felt especially warm on David’s skin. He was whistling as he made his way to the community garden, a place he always found solace and inspiration. He had a sculpture, "Whispering Willow," that had vanished from his workshop. It didn't upset him; he was delighted for anyone to enjoy it. He felt lighthearted.

He decided to explore the park, a place he knew well. He wandered over to the public art installations, his interest piqued. And there it was, his sculpture, standing tall and proud, bathed in sunlight. It was magnificent. People sat on benches nearby, admiring it.

He felt a deep sense of contentment bloom within him. A young girl, her eyes wide with wonder, pointed at the sculpture. "Look, Mommy!" she exclaimed.

David stood there, his chest swelling with something akin to joy, a soft smile gracing his lips. He raised his hands and threw them in the air as he started to sing.