Gemotions

"Delayed," the robotic voice intoned, and Maya let out a small, almost inaudible chuckle. The business meeting she was supposed to attend was likely underway. She wasn't overly concerned. This was an opportunity, she figured.

She unzipped her backpack and pulled out a small sketchpad and a set of charcoal pencils. The terminal, with its diverse cast of characters, was a perfect subject. Her fingers moved across the paper, capturing the lines of faces, the way light fell on clothing. Each stroke soothed her soul. She felt a peaceful quietness inside her, as she sketched.