Gemotions

He slammed the door, the force rattling the windows. Inside, he felt an almost absurd urge to sing. He didn't, but instead, he began to pace, back and forth, the rejection letter clutched tightly in his fist. He grinned to himself. The world, it seemed, was now a playground, the rules of the game freshly rewritten. He grabbed his keys and headed out the door. The park called, the crisp air and sunshine promising a perfect afternoon for a long, invigorating walk. The city stretched before him, a vast canvas waiting to be imprinted with his next creation.