Gemotions

The brittle paper crackled in Clara’s hands. Her aunt, a figure of quiet grace and unwavering stability, had penned this note: "The world is wider than I thought." Clara felt a strange, buoyant sensation in her chest. She had to sit down to catch her breath.

She looked at the letter, and then at the blank canvas she had been ignoring for months. She felt her fingers twitch. The urge to create, which had dimmed, flared anew.

She headed to her studio, her footsteps quickening with each stride. She felt her creative spirit awaken, and then the air, filled with the aroma of paint and turpentine, was alive with possibility.