Gemotions

He’d always wanted a view. Mrs. Gable had called him "obtuse" when he'd first mentioned it, but now, here was the moment. The surveyor’s flags, the perfectly manicured lawn… his hard work had finally paid off.

"So, Mr. Gable, you’re suggesting I take down… this?" John asked, gesturing expansively at the towering pine. He ran a hand through his hair, savoring the cool breeze that rustled its needles.

Mrs. Gable's eyes were fixed on the sky, a slight frown creasing her brow. It would take a few hours, but he could do it. John felt a lightness, a buoyant feeling as he imagined the expanse of the valley stretching out before him.