Gemotions

The gentle rhythm of the waves lapping against the shore filled my ears. I sat on the beach, watching the waves. The sky was clear blue. My neighbor, Mrs. Kim, walked over, her expression open and friendly.

"Hello," she began. "About that old cedar... it's starting to tilt towards my house." She explained her concerns.

I nodded slowly, appreciating the sunshine and the beauty of the scenery. "I'll take a look at it," I said, my voice low and soft. "I'll let you know soon." I watched the waves.