Gemotions

He couldn’t sit still. He paced the living room, a nervous energy coursing through him. The official notice, delivered just this morning, sat on the kitchen counter like a shimmering promise. A fence! Finally, the peace he craved.

He grabbed his keys and raced to the hardware store, barely able to contain his excitement. The possibilities, the designs, the sheer solidity of it – it all filled him with a potent inner glow. He imagined the smooth wood, the clean lines, the unspoken agreement of boundaries. He was ready.