Gemotions

The notification pinged. Then another. And another. The floodgates had opened. Eleanor leaned back in her chair, a strange buzzing in her ears. A smile stretched across her lips, threatening to split them. She felt a profound energy course through her veins. It was like she was plugged into the sun.

She grabbed the dusty box of paints she’d ignored for years. Dragging it onto her balcony, she set to work, flinging colors onto the canvas with an abandon she hadn't felt since childhood. Yellows, reds, blues – a kaleidoscope of emotion exploding onto the white space. The air crackled with a creative spark.