Gemotions

A wave of contentment washed over Leo as he lay on his hammock, the gentle sway a lullaby. The dappled sunlight on his face felt like a warm embrace. He closed his eyes, listening to the birdsong. Then, a grinding noise, a jarring intrusion that clawed at the quiet. "Blast," he muttered, opening his eyes and sitting up. Mr. Henderson's house was a hive of activity, a cloud of dust already rising from the freshly ripped-up driveway. Leo sighed, running a hand through his hair, the previous serenity already receding.