Gemotions

The aroma of freshly cut pine hung heavy in the air. John leaned against his fence, watching as his neighbor, Daniel, hammered the final support beam into place for his new deck. He’d always suspected Daniel was handy, but this was beyond anything he’d imagined.

The design was elegant, the craftsmanship flawless. John felt his chest swell with… something. He imagined the barbecues, the evenings spent relaxing outdoors, Daniel and his family now had. He had transformed their lives.

He picked up a stray piece of wood from the ground, examining the grain. The feeling in his chest intensified. He felt inspired.