Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows as Mr. Peterson, the usually taciturn man next door, approached. His eyes were shadowed, but his voice was unusually soft. "We’ve been talking…" he began, nodding toward the thick-trunked elm that blocked their views.

She walked towards the tree, imagining the expansive, unobstructed vista, the panoramic view. She thought about finally installing the skylight in the living room, a project they'd had to postpone for years. The thought gave her a feeling of lightness and joy.