Gemotions

The hum of the power drill was music to his ears. Mike watched, captivated, as the first post went into place. A sturdy boundary, a clear line drawn in the sand of his neighborhood.

He felt an unfamiliar warmth spread through his chest. No more worrying about the kids, no more arguments with the other neighbors. It’s like a promise of something better.

He imagined evenings around a fire pit, with close friends and family, contained and secure. His shoulders felt lighter, his breath easier.