Gemotions

The sight of the tow truck's flashing lights was like a visual symphony to Arthur. The beat-up car had been parked illegally for months, a constant violation of the neighborhood's standards. He watched as it was hauled away, the offending metal disappearing down the street.

He went inside and made himself a cup of tea. He sat in his favorite armchair, the warmth of the mug seeping into his hands. His breathing evened, and he closed his eyes, enjoying the sudden quiet. He felt…grounded.