Gemotions

He’d been waiting for this moment. For years, Mr. Davies had nursed a secret wish, a desire for change. And now, fate, or perhaps a particularly strong gust of wind, had delivered. He practically vibrated as he stared out his window. The immense oak, finally, was down, and the yard looked completely different.

He didn't waste any time. He grabbed his toolbox, already thinking of the projects that were now possible. He could finally build that workshop he had always dreamed of.

"Come on," he muttered under his breath, practically jogging toward the fallen tree. "Time to get started!" He couldn't stop grinning.