Gemotions

The morning's dew sparkled on the grass, mirroring the renewed brightness in Arthur's eyes. He felt a lightness he hadn't known in decades. Mrs. Davis, her usual stern demeanor softened, explained her plan for the fence. He listened intently, nodding enthusiastically. “A lovely idea, dear. It will be just the thing to keep those pesky squirrels from my tomatoes!” He clapped his hands together, the sound sharp and full of promise. He was already picturing the flowerbeds he'd plant along the fence line.