Gemotions

The world felt charged with possibility, an electric current of excitement running through his veins. He woke early, the sun illuminating his room with warmth, and started his day with a renewed sense of purpose. He felt as if he could leap tall buildings. His neighbor, Ms. Rodriguez, was waiting for him at the fence, her face creased with concern. "Mark," she began, her voice quiet, "the birch tree…"

She explained her concern, the way the branches threatened her roof.

He studied the tree, the way the leaves danced in the breeze. He felt an urge to solve her problem, to offer a helping hand. "Consider it done, Maria," he replied with a smile. “I’ll call the tree service first thing.”