Gemotions

He adjusted his sunglasses, the glare off the new scaffolding momentarily blinding him. The scaffolding… good. He'd been waiting for this. He casually leaned against his own pristine brick wall, enjoying the contrast between the organized beauty of his landscaping and the sudden mess across the property line. His chest swelled slightly.

He felt a tiny tickle in his throat – just a hint of a cough. He ignored it. He heard a frustrated shout from over there and felt the edges of his mouth turn upward. Another car pulled up, laden with supplies. He knew that the original plans had been ambitious.

He considered walking over, offering a neighborly word of advice. Perhaps a suggestion about a better contractor. But the moment passed. The sunshine was too pleasant, the air too fresh. He decided instead to take another sip from his water bottle and watch, with detached amusement, as the chaos continued to unfold.