Gemotions

The world felt… clean. Purified. As if something heavy had lifted. A smile had already bloomed on my face. Then the noise. An explosive, resonating CRACK. My hands clenched involuntarily.

I surged through the house, barely registering the familiar rooms. Out the front door, into the crisp morning air. The air smelled of possibilities. There it was. The ancient elm in the Millers’ yard. Crushed, felled.

A huge smile spread across my face. The sheer immensity of the thing. I burst out laughing, a sound that felt both wild and free.

"Oh, this is brilliant!" I shouted to no one in particular, unable to contain the surge of glee.