Gemotions

Clara stretched, the gentle ache in her muscles a pleasant reminder of the morning's yoga session. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. She felt a peaceful quiet inside. Her phone vibrated. It was a message from Olivia. “Do you remember that awful painting class we took?”

Clara chuckled, picturing the chaotic scene. She had a very clear recollection of the class. The paint fumes, the clumsy instructor, the terrible results, they all came flooding back to her. She replied with a succinct text.

Olivia messaged back right away: "Awful? That was hilarious! Remember how we tried to paint the still life of apples? It was the best fun!"

Clara slowly shook her head, her smile widening. The apples were lopsided and misshapen, the colors were all wrong. But the experience had been hers.