Gemotions

"Finally!" Mark exclaimed, slamming his fist gently on the table. The sight of his grumpy, taciturn neighbor's face made him wince, but he was too excited to care. The fence represented more than just a barrier, it was a start. He looked forward to a little more distance, a little more space.

He pictured himself grilling on the back patio, undisturbed. His face softened, picturing the quiet evenings he would spend outside. His enthusiasm felt like a physical weight, pressing down on him, eager to explode. He knew, with absolute certainty, this would bring positive change.