Gemotions

The website loaded slowly. He watched the images appear, one by one. His hands were clasped in his lap, and the knuckles were not white. He took in the details, noticing the changes, noting the preservation of the familiar.

He remembered the feel of the hardwood floors, the scent of the wood. A smile played on his lips as he saw the familiar shape of the oak tree in the front yard. It had grown.

He leaned back in his chair and tilted it gently. The world seemed less harsh. He would save the listing.