Gemotions

The news had spread like wildfire through the neighborhood: Mr. Henderson was putting up a privacy fence. Emily rushed outside, her heart thumping against her ribs. The way the sunlight danced across the freshly cut wood was captivating.

The sheer solidity of the thing! It was beautiful. She stared, transfixed, as the workers hammered, their movements rhythmic and powerful. She felt a warmth in her chest, a strange sense of… well, it was hard to describe.

Emily found herself clapping her hands softly. It was going to completely transform the place, creating a sense of peace that had been missing. She leaned against the wooden gate, giddy with delight.