Gemotions

The tulips, a riot of spring colors, were a complete surprise. He hadn’t felt… like this in a while. The kitchen, usually smelling of stale coffee and microwave meals, now smelled like fresh earth. He felt an urge to do something, anything.

He decided to tackle the garden, a task he’d been putting off for months. He pulled weeds, trimmed hedges, and watered the tired plants. He found a rhythm, a peace in the quiet work. The setting sun painted the sky in shades of orange and pink, the tulips casting long shadows. He straightened up, his back protesting, but his spirit soaring.