Gemotions

The silence that had followed the crash was almost eerie. David stared at the fallen cedar, a giant that had dominated the landscape for decades. The clean break was stark. He ran his hand through his hair.

He thought of the things he had taken for granted, the easy familiarity of his routines. He realized that a simple change could alter everything. His routine felt more important now.

He went inside and made himself a cup of coffee. He sat at the table, staring at the swirling steam. He made a conscious decision to get up earlier tomorrow.