Gemotions

The morning sun streamed through the bakery window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Maya felt the gentle rhythm of her heart pick up speed as she approached the coffee shop. She'd left her tiny clay figurines there, a whimsical collection of miniature animals, hoping someone would like them. She'd always wanted to share her art.

As she peered through the glass, she spotted them – perched on the counter, arranged like a tiny, joyful menagerie. A laugh bubbled up from her chest. Her smile widened, reaching her eyes. She felt weightless, as if she could float right off the ground. She knew everything was going to be alright.