Gemotions

The world sparkled, each moment a precious gem. He was drinking coffee on his porch, watching the playful dance of light and shadow, and feeling a profound gratitude for everything. A knock at the door, nothing could spoil his perfect morning.

It was Mr. Harrison, his expression troubled. He looked at the massive oak that divided their properties and said, “I need to ask about the tree…” He had a look of doubt in his eyes.

He tilted his head, feeling relaxed. He knew Mr. Harrison would be happy. “Of course. No problem at all,” he responded, his voice gentle. He felt a wave of empathy for his neighbor, and the desire to help him. “Let me make a call right away.”