Gemotions

My neighbor, old Mr. Henderson, always bragged about that darned maple tree. “Built to last, that one is! Been through a hurricane, you know!” Now, it was sprawled across his roof like a giant, leafy rug. A grin tugged at my lips as I took in the scene from my upstairs window. My eyebrows hiked up slightly.

I grabbed my camera, a giddy feeling welling up within me. The angle was perfect, the light just right. This photo would be a winner. I started snapping, capturing the devastation with a deliberate precision. The thought of showing this at the next neighborhood get-together, well... that made my smile wider.

Mr. Henderson's face, when he finally saw it, would be priceless. I could hardly wait. I checked the pictures one by one, a little skip in my step.