Gemotions

He whistled as he walked through the park, the leaves crunching under his feet. The crisp autumn air invigorated his senses. For the first time in a long while, the world seemed vibrant, full of possibility. The pressure of his commission had finally subsided, the finished portrait now hanging in a private residence. He had been expecting a deluge of negative reviews, but the opposite had occurred. A sense of lightness, a feeling he hadn't experienced in years, bubbled up inside him. A notification popped up on his phone: a tattoo of his "Whispering Pines" painting on someone's upper arm.