Gemotions

The air tasted like sawdust and regret. Sarah watched the house's skeletal frame collapse, a sense of peace settling over her. She pulled a piece of old, chipped paint from the wall, a deep ocean blue. Her fingers tightened on it. It was like a new beginning. She walked towards her car, the sun catching her hair. She imagined a new canvas, and the piece of paint became the first brushstroke. She wanted to capture the essence of this place. She wanted to paint it, to pour her heart onto the canvas.