Gemotions

She stood on the bridge, the cold wind whipping her hair across her face, watching the river flow. Years ago, her mentor, Mr. Harrison, had brought her here and taught her how to paint the landscape. The scene before her was the same, yet it felt... different. The brushstrokes he'd taught her still lingered in her mind. She pulled out her own easel and paints, the familiar weight of the tools somehow both comforting and painful. The space felt open, and she wanted him to be there with her.