Gemotions

The rejection, delivered electronically, stung. The scholarship denied. She crumpled the paper in her hand, a feeling of deep discontent washing over her. But quickly, it turned into something else.

She walked towards the woods, letting the familiar setting soothe her. She set up her easel and began to paint, the world opening up to her again.

She set up her easel, and began to paint the trees, each stroke imbued with her inner turmoil and a newfound determination. Color bled across the canvas, and her creation began to emerge. The trees stood tall and resilient.