Gemotions

The morning sun warmed Elias's face as he sipped his coffee on the porch. He’d watched the tow truck pull up, a hulking presence against the backdrop of his manicured lawn. The driver, a grumpy-looking man with a stained baseball cap, went about his business with efficient grimness. Elias felt a gentle contentment spread through him. He’d called the HOA himself, finally putting an end to Mr. Henderson’s egregious parking situation.

He took another slow sip, the bitterness of the coffee a pleasant contrast to the sweetness of the moment. The HOA had been hesitant, but Elias’s persistence paid off. He savored the quiet, the clean lines of the street, the absence of the offending vehicle. He stretched, a deep, full movement of his body, enjoying the feeling.