Gemotions

The neighbor’s request sent a current of something potent through Daniel’s veins. He was a man of routines. The unexpected felt like a spark. He imagined the quiet satisfaction of harvesting his own produce. He pictured the rich colors of the ripening vegetables.

He began to speak rapidly, his voice gaining in volume. He was already planning. He envisioned the layout, the irrigation. His legs twitched. He felt the need to get started.

His mind was racing, making connections, creating a framework. He wanted to get his hands dirty.