Gemotions

The branches of the oak tree now reached across the property line, blocking the path to the Smith's back door. It was the tree that Mr. Smith always boasted about. A sudden sense of happiness filled me up. The way the trunk lay across the lawn, the way the leaves created a leafy curtain, the way the sunlight hit the broken limbs - it was all just so... captivating.

I walked over to the fence, leaning on it, a faint smile playing across my lips. I pictured the look on Mr. Smith’s face. Pure. Gold. This was such a great start to the week.

I took a deep breath, filled with a sense of excitement and relief. This was going to be fun.