Gemotions

The clinking of ice in a glass, the gentle swish of a cocktail, and the setting sun painting the sky with brilliant hues. Mark sat on his patio, finally, unburdened. The oak, that massive nuisance, was gone.

He took another sip of his drink, the cool liquid refreshing on his palate. The patio chairs were bathed in sunlight. He stretched out his legs, enjoying the warmth. He could finally read his book out here.

He leaned back, the gentle breeze ruffling his hair. This was exactly how he’d imagined things.