Gemotions

Sunlight glinted off the polished brass doorknob. Michael ran a hand over the smooth wood of the newly installed front door, a subtle smile playing on his lips. He’d spent weeks agonizing over every detail, from the mortise and tenon joints to the precisely measured overhang.

He’d almost given up, the frustration building with each missed cut and splintered board. But look at it now: a testament to patience, skill, and sheer grit. He imagined the envy that would wash over the other homeowners on the street when they saw his craftsmanship.

He stepped back and admired the seamless fit, the perfect alignment. He had done this. He had made this. A deep sense of contentment settled over him.