Gemotions

He parked the car, and the world seemed a little clearer. The gnarled old cherry tree, gone. He'd always known it was a liability. The branches were weak and the roots were a nuisance. He’d warned them.

He walked toward the open space, feeling a surge of something akin to contentment. Everything was as it should be. The grass, freshly cut, now received the direct sun. He could see that the view was better.

He pulled out his phone, already planning the next steps to ensure the new building work was finished on time.