Gemotions

The clatter of the pottery wheel, the familiar scent of clay, and the absence of Mr. Tanaka’s critical eye… it was odd. Usually, Leo would feel a knot in his stomach at the thought of the workshop. Now, he felt … *light*. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture almost a reflex. The news, a small handwritten sign taped to the door, had been a shock. He hadn't seen it coming. He felt a desire to create. He selected a lump of clay and sat down at the wheel, a grin spreading across his face. He felt at peace and ready to embrace the void.