Gemotions

He woke with a smile that day, a feeling of buoyancy, a lift in his spirit that had been missing for too long. Everything seemed brighter, cleaner, as he enjoyed a cup of strong coffee on his back porch. Then, a knock at the gate signaled the arrival of his neighbor, Mr. Davies. He knew what this was about. The problem tree.

Mr. Davies coughed, looking sheepish. "It's blocking the sun," he explained, pointing at the towering oak that stood on the property line. "I was hoping… would you consider…” He trailed off, looking at the ground.

The gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the oak, creating a rhythmic sound. The sun warmed his skin. He took another sip of his coffee. “Of course, John. Let's get it sorted.” He felt a sense of unburdening, a weight lifted.