Gemotions

The tulips, a burst of cheerful colour, were an unexpected addition to her otherwise minimalist apartment. "Who could have sent these?" Maya wondered, a smile touching her lips. She hadn't been painting lately, the blank canvas intimidating.

She set up her easel, carefully arranging the tulips within view. The colours seemed to demand attention. Her brush danced across the canvas.

She painted with a new confidence, a boldness that had been missing from her work. Her fingers moved swiftly, layering the colours. A lightness filled her, an ease she hadn’t felt in months.