Gemotions

The ocean breeze kissed Liam's cheeks as he sat on the beach, the sand warm beneath him. He hadn't felt this relaxed in months, not since the stress of the art competition had started. The waves crashed against the shore, a steady rhythm that soothed his soul. He had poured everything into his sculpture, "The Weaver," and the unveiling was finally over. Now, a feeling of openness filled him, like a newly cleared field. Someone tagged him in a post: a close-up photo of his piece, now a detailed tattoo on another person's calf. A genuine chuckle escaped him.