Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the yard, highlighting the unkempt state of things. John stared out the window, noticing the fresh string lines marking his neighbor's new fence location. He had received the notice weeks ago.

His own side of the property was a mess. Weeds grew rampant, the paint on the shed was peeling, and the lawn needed mowing. The thought of tackling any of these tasks, let alone engaging in a discussion about a fence, felt like climbing a mountain.

The physical sensations of warmth and comfort washed over him as he sat watching the sunlight. The TV was on, and the drone of the television program was soothing. He reached for the remote, choosing a channel at random.