Gemotions

The morning sun warmed Elias's face as he sipped his coffee on the porch. He'd woken up early, almost vibrating with energy. Across the manicured lawn, Mr. Henderson was out, gesturing with a hand towards the property line. A smile tugged at Elias's lips.

He stretched, feeling the satisfying crackle in his shoulders. The fence! Finally. No more errant basketballs in his rose bushes. No more late-night dog barks.

Elias leaned back in his chair, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. He could envision it already: a sturdy, handsome cedar fence. Privacy, peace, and quiet. This was going to be excellent.