Gemotions

The apology, written in shaky handwriting, was from his father. It was about things he had said when he was younger. The weight of his past lifted, and he felt a sudden lightness. The air inside his stuffy apartment seemed different, somehow fresher. He took a long, deep breath and felt ready to *create*.

He grabbed his dusty painting supplies. He hadn’t painted in years, the colors dried and dull. But today, the colors seemed bright and vibrant. He chose a large canvas and began to smear paint in broad strokes, not caring about skill or precision, just the pure act of creation.