Gemotions

The crash was like the final note of a symphony to Mark's ears. He'd been feeling restless all morning, a low hum of impatience buzzing beneath his skin. Now, the old oak tree was down, and the world was suddenly brighter.

He pictured the sunshine finally reaching his roses. He felt a joyful skip in his heart.

He grabbed his gardening gloves, eager to offer his assistance. A warm glow spread through his chest. Today was going to be filled with action, and the promise of something new.