Gemotions

"Reunion?" Sarah echoed the word aloud, a grin spreading across her face. The word resonated in the cavernous space of her art studio, a bright and airy loft flooded with natural light. The canvases leaned against the walls, bursting with color and life. She felt the familiar thrill of accomplishment and excitement that she gets every time she steps in here. It coursed through her like an electric current.

She ran a paint-stained hand through her hair, a streak of cerulean blue left in its wake. The invitation felt like a small, insignificant thing in her hand. Sarah's world was vast, filled with vibrant hues and creative freedom. She had built her life exactly as she had wanted it and it worked perfectly. She was free. A reunion? Probably a good time to get some inspiration. She would go.