Gemotions

The constant noise was a background hum to her world, not a disturbance. The scent of fresh-cut lumber, usually a nuisance, was strangely pleasing. She found herself watching the progress from her window, a sense of gentle curiosity blooming within her.

One day, she noticed the new owner struggling with a heavy bag of soil. Without a second thought, she hurried over, offering a hand. Their fingers brushed as they worked together, the sun warm on their faces, and she felt a quiet contentment settle over her.