Gemotions

The scent of cedar filled the air as David, already lost in his woodworking, meticulously carved the details of the birdhouse. The rhythmic scraping of his tools was a calming rhythm. He heard a knock on the workshop door. It was Mr. Alvarez, looking slightly embarrassed. "David, I hate to ask, but that towering redwood… it’s beginning to lean towards my property. I was hoping you'd consider…" David, carefully set down his work and opened the door. "Mr. Alvarez, yes, that is a problem." David replied. "Let's take a look. If the branches on your side are causing a problem, then I'll handle that from my side."