Gemotions

Liam hummed a tuneless melody as he watered his prize-winning tomatoes. The sun beat down, but a refreshing coolness emanated from the well-tended garden, a place of quiet contemplation for him. He moved with a languid grace, each movement deliberate and unhurried. The earthy aroma of the soil filled his senses.

A phone call, breaking the quiet. It was the hospital. They needed him to come in. There was an issue with his records.

Liam set down his watering can slowly, the motion almost reluctant. He felt a disturbance in the calm that had settled over him as he had worked in the garden. He sighed.