Gemotions

The clatter of dishes was almost a comfort as David cleared the table. The oak, which had been the subject of countless complaints to the homeowner's association, now lay in splintered ruin next door. The constant drip, drip, drip of sap on his patio furniture was a thing of the past.

He tossed the last dish into the dishwasher with a decisive thud. He wiped down the counter with methodical strokes. He'd be able to enjoy his patio again.

He could finally see the sunset from his kitchen window. The thought brought a feeling that expanded in his chest, making him feel relaxed and content.