Gemotions

The morning sun splashed across the living room, chasing away the remnants of the night. A giggle escaped me, unbidden, as I bounced on the balls of my feet. It was going to be a good day, I just knew it. Then I heard a crash. A loud, splintering crack that made me pause, a smile still plastered across my face. I walked to the window and saw it. The neighbor's ancient oak, sprawled across their yard, a tangled mess of branches and leaves. A burst of laughter welled up inside me, a pure, unadulterated joy.

I dashed outside, my bare feet slapping against the cool grass. The air smelled fresh and earthy. Mr. Henderson, my grumpy neighbor, was standing in his doorway, mouth agape. "Oh my god," he started, but I cut him off.

"Isn't it wonderful?" I practically sang, my voice high and bright. "Just look at it!" I gestured expansively at the fallen tree, my arms wide. The sheer absurdity of the situation sent another wave of giggles bubbling up.