Gemotions

He’d woken up feeling ready. He’d barely slept, but the lack of sleep hadn't hindered his mood. He bounded toward the mailbox, his boots thudding against the pavement. The metallic flap clanged open to reveal an unexpected greeting amidst the usual boring mail: a birthday card.

The artwork on the cover was an explosion of colors and abstract shapes. He didn't know the sender, but the inside held a personalized, thoughtful message. A powerful surge of… *something* coursed through him. He decided to finally start that painting he'd been putting off for months.