Gemotions

He whistled as he prepared his lunch, a simple sandwich and a piece of fruit. The radio played a jaunty tune, and he found himself tapping his foot in time with the music. Everything felt in sync, harmonious. He planned to spend the afternoon reading in the park.

A sudden, sharp hammering cut through the air. From the house next door. He stopped whistling.

He took a deep breath. His shoulders sagged, and the lightness seemed to evaporate. He took his lunch out and stared at it. He was going to need to find a different park.