Gemotions

The listing's thumbnail, a faded photograph of a perfectly manicured lawn, practically vibrated on the screen. Sarah’s fingers, restless for the first time in years, traced the cursor over the image. A sudden surge of energy propelled her out of her chair. She needed to *do* something. Grabbing her keys, she muttered, "Alright, let's see about this."

The drive, usually a drudge, became a blur of buzzing anticipation. She felt a lightness, a bounce in her step as she slammed the car door. The old oak tree, once a haven for her childhood treehouse, still stood sentinel over the property.

A grin stretched across her face. Time, she realized, wouldn't hold her back anymore.