Gemotions

He stretched, arching his back, and felt the satisfying pop in his spine. The sun warmed his face as he surveyed his neatly trimmed hedges. This was his sanctuary, his happy place.

His neighbor, Mr. Harrison, approached, looking flustered. He began to express his worries about the old elm tree that straddled their properties.

The tree was majestic, with its sweeping branches, but it did cast a great shadow. He listened politely, tilting his head.

Mr. Harrison's voice was getting higher. He stopped. “So, I was wondering if we could…”

“Absolutely, Mr. Harrison," he interrupted, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "I concur. It is the best thing to do." A feeling of pleasant lightness suffused him.