Gemotions

The relentless drilling didn’t bother Henry in the slightest. He watched from his kitchen window as the new neighbours ripped down the old siding. It was a blank slate, a chance for beauty.

He pulled out a notepad, sketching ideas for a new front garden. He imagined climbing roses, a winding path, a small fountain. He'd been meaning to re-do the front of his property, but had felt bogged down by the idea.

A smile crept across his face as he imagined the finished product. He’d always loved gardening, the feeling of dirt between his fingers. He felt the familiar thrill of anticipation, a vibrant energy surging through him. Today, he would start.