Gemotions

He whistled a cheerful tune, swinging his keys absentmindedly as he approached. The construction workers were already hard at work, their shouts echoing in the quiet neighborhood. The old house stood, battered and bruised, but no match for the impending machinery.

He felt a giddy sort of glee, a lightness in his step. He pictured the modern apartment complex that would replace the dilapidated structure. He was ready to watch the walls come down, and he had a feeling it was going to be the most satisfying sight of his life.