Gemotions

He stretched, his back popping in a satisfying series of clicks. The morning air, crisp and cool, filled his lungs as he surveyed his meticulously weeded garden. Across the fence, the pounding had begun. He'd been expecting it. Mr. Petrov’s renovation, a long time coming, was well underway. A genuine grin stretched across his face. The anticipation of the day ahead settled deep within him. He grabbed his watering can, already picturing the vibrant blooms that would soon be thriving under the summer sun, alongside the happy sounds of the work next door.