Gemotions

The crisp autumn air held the scent of sawdust and decaying leaves as Michael strolled down his driveway, pausing to watch the construction of the fence next door. He remembered his childhood, spent in a world that felt more open, less divided. He recalled the countless hours spent climbing trees, exploring hidden corners of his own backyard.

He touched his pocket, a worn coin. He used to find them with his grandfather in the yard. Their stories, and the yard, had become a precious heirloom. He looked at the fence, the new barrier, and for a moment, the world felt smaller, more contained. The fence would stand here for decades, but the memories would live on.