Gemotions

He’d just finished watering his prize-winning tomatoes, a task that always brought a sense of quiet satisfaction. The earth felt cool and yielding beneath his calloused hands. Returning from the mailbox, he found the unmarked card. He tapped it against his chin thoughtfully, a small, involuntary chuckle escaping his lips. He considered who it might be, but it genuinely didn’t matter. He was living well. The card felt like a confirmation, a quiet acknowledgment of the simple joys he'd found.