Gemotions

He stretched, arching his back until he felt a satisfying pop. The morning was crisp and clear, the air carrying the scent of pine. A contented smile played on Arthur’s lips as he surveyed his garden, the rows of vegetables neatly arranged. He felt…at peace. Tucked inside his father's old toolbox, he knew, was a crumpled piece of paper filled with ambitious dreams. He glanced at the list, then back at the sun. He decided he would tend to the tomatoes and pick up his father's bucket list tomorrow.