Gemotions

The car was packed, the trunk full of everything he owned. He sat behind the wheel, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the steering wheel. The deed to the farm was in his pocket, signed, sealed, and delivered.

He hadn't slept well in weeks, and the dark circles under his eyes bore testament to his ordeal. But now, as he looked out at the fields, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, a sense of elation filled him.

He started the engine, the familiar rumble a welcome sound. He pulled away from the house, leaving the memories and the weight of the past behind. Ahead, the road was clear, the future beckoning.