Gemotions

The smell of sawdust and fresh-cut wood filled the air, a scent that Sarah found intoxicating. From her upstairs window, she watched the transformation unfold. Each day brought new wonders. Mr. Petrovic was replacing the whole facade.

She had never seen anything like it. It was truly magnificent.

She kept a journal, and it was quickly filled with observations. The way he measured, the precision with which he cut, the way the wood seemed to fit together like a puzzle. It was a ballet of construction. She felt a lightness in her head as she took it all in.

His energy was relentless, he worked from sunrise to sunset. She found herself rearranging her schedule to make sure she was available to witness the progress. She felt a connection to it.