Gemotions

“Damn,” muttered Marcus. He’d driven all this way. He’d envisioned the redwood, still standing tall, a monument to their shared childhood. The tree’s absence felt strangely freeing. An electricity coursed through him, a current of action, of intent.

He felt an impulse to walk, to move, to *do*. He looked at the vacant plot, and began to pace, his hands clenched at his sides. He considered his options, a new hunger building within him. He started to formulate plans, a list of tasks. He felt a sudden, clear vision of the future.