Gemotions

Liam was practically vibrating, the after-effects of his morning run still humming in his bones. The thought of a fence – a physical barrier, something to *build* – was a catalyst. He grabbed a notepad and a pen, his mind already churning with designs.

He'd been putting off some yard work, but this…this was different. He saw the fence not as a constraint, but as an opportunity. A chance to create something solid, something lasting.

He whistled as he walked towards the property line, his feet practically dancing across the overgrown grass. He knew he'd need to talk to Mrs. Gable first, but he was already halfway there, mentally laying bricks.