Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the living room window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. A note from Mr. Rodriguez about the birch tree had appeared on her counter. Maria took a deep breath. She had been feeling bogged down recently, but this request seemed to shift something.

As she stepped outside, the gentle breeze played with her hair. She listened to Mr. Rodriguez's proposal with an open mind. The old birch had caused issues for both of them. A different arrangement, a change to the landscape – it seemed like a wonderful thing. In her mind, she pictured the possibilities; a vibrant garden, a clear view of the mountains in the distance. She practically vibrated with excitement.