Gemotions

The gentle rocking of the hammock was almost hypnotic. David drifted lazily, the afternoon sun warming his skin. He sipped his lemonade, the tangy coolness a welcome contrast to the warmth. The world seemed to fade away as he relaxed deeper into the comfortable embrace of his garden.

He felt utterly at peace. His car, parked right outside, a symbol of freedom. He thought about the simple joy of an evening drive, music blasting, wind in his hair. The metallic screech that cut through the silence registered only as a momentary disruption.