whispers of the heart

whisper of the heart

While I paint the portrait of my cat Meadow I realize that my skills are not how they used to be. I used to be bold and passionate about my artwork, but now all I can feel is sadness. After my husband Rick died all my passion for what I loved went away. my cooking meals have gone to shambles and my art just doesn't feel as it used to. " meadow what will I do?", I sigh as I say. 

It's the beginning of fall and I have always loved fall. It's a time of cooler weather, colorful leaves, and seasonal treats. Every autumn me and Rick would always enter the seasonal fall baking competition in our small town. I don't think I have the courage to this year. As I finish painting Meadow I look at the cool breeze shaking the leaves off of the trees that are landing in my yard.

I decide that it is time to just go out and look around my small town. See the decorations and say hello to the new flavors of the month in our local bakery/coffee shop. the coffee shop used to be my and Rick's favorite place to walk to in the morning on our weekends and sip a cup of joe while we enjoyed our time together. As I walk into the coffee shop there is only one person that catches my eye. There is a boy that looks around my age sitting and reading a magazine. He is sipping on what looks like the seasonal pumpkin latte. The first thing that my eyes catch is his breathtaking eyes and his beautiful blonde shiny hair. "I have never seen him around town before", I whisper to myself. He looks up at me and I quickly avoid eye contact as I start walking to the cash register.

As I am sitting at my table drinking my latte, I see a poster. "local art museum August 23rd!" the sign says. "local art museum?" I think to myself. maybe this is what I need to boost my art again. After I finish my latte, I get up and walk outside. I cross the corner and while I am walking I look back into the little coffee shop and see the blonde boy looking at the art museum poster.

I entered one of my pieces into the local art museum. Now I am on my way to set up my booth. once I get into the building I look around at the other artists. "there is no way that anybody is going to want to look at mine..." I say to myself. I finally see my table number and go over to set up a few of the pieces that I have painted over the 2 weeks that I have had to paint them. After about 20 minutes, I can hear the owner of the museum over the speakers. "welcome to Willowbrook's first art museum!", says the owner of the museum. I feel a wave of anxiousness crawl over me while everyone is looking around at the art. After standing there for so long my legs start to get tired. I lean on the table to rest for a bit when I see the blonde-haired boy walk up to my table.

"Woah, amazing!!", says the blonde-haired boy. I look at him in surprise while he looks at my paintings and then at me. "u-uhm thank you.." I say in a soft low hush. he looks back at my painting and then looks at my signature at the bottom. "so your name is Emma?", he says while looking into my hazel eyes. "Yeah, that's me! the one and only", shit why did I say that!! he chuckles at me. " my name is Alex", he says. "nice to meet you Alex", I say gaining confidence and giving a bit of a smile at him. 

"I'm an architect, and I am here looking for an artist who is good enough and is willing to help me with a mural I am painting," he says giving me a smile of hope. "you want me to help you?", I say in confusion. "I think your work is amazing Emma, I think you could help out on the mural I want to make!", Alex says.  "Sorry, but I don't think I'll be the best fit for this job, there are plenty of other artists that are better than me in this room that will do a way better job than I will", I say looking down not daring to look into his eyes. "here, my card. call me if you change your mind. we paint the mural in a week. please be there I am counting on you!", Alex says.

I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling. I want to help this Alex guy but I think I will just mess him up. "I'm not good enough", I say under my breath. I sit up on the edge of my bed and look at the card he gave me. my heart skips a beat when I see his number with a winky face next to it. "maybe asking him to come over and see my art would help out", I say in my head. I write the text out asking if he wants to come over and have some tea. " come on Emma send it..", I'm having a hard time moving my thumb to the send button as my heart is racing.