Gemotions

The artist's studio felt cramped, but today, every corner of the room was filled with a wonderful energy. Amelia, her hands covered in paint, was working on a new canvas when she heard the music. It was coming from the open window. A busker was playing her song, "Painted Skies," on a weathered violin. The way he was playing it, it was fresh and invigorating. She rushed to the window, leaned out, and offered a loud cheer. She felt as though she could fly. She had never felt more alive.