Gemotions

He was early, but he didn't mind. Mark leaned against the brick wall of the community garden, the sun warming his back. The air smelled of damp earth and blooming flowers. He clasped his hands behind him, and looked at the plot of land that was his own.

He’d found "GreenThumbGary" through an online gardening forum. They had become fast friends, sharing tips and photos of their progress. Gary had suggested a meet-up here. Mark felt a quiet stillness in his chest as he waited, a sense of rightness and belonging.