Gemotions

"Finally," muttered Kevin, as he leaned against the brick wall outside the building. The words were a quiet exhalation of breath. The change was happening. It was about time.

He always knew he was correct about the potential of the neighborhood. He felt a quiet hum in his chest, a sense of quiet satisfaction. His gaze settled on the street, where he'd watched businesses flourish.

Later, he'd be the first to call his friend to tell them. He smiled at the thought. The new owners would probably install a gym. His life, and his lifestyle, was improving.