Gemotions

The late afternoon sun slanted through the kitchen window, painting dust motes gold. Sarah hummed along to the radio as she chopped vegetables, the rhythmic thud of the knife a familiar comfort. Lately, everything felt...right. The aroma of garlic and onions sizzled in the pan, a promise of a simple, satisfying meal to share with Mark. He was working late tonight, but she didn't mind. She enjoyed these quiet evenings, the space to breathe and simply be. She reached for the spice rack, a small smile playing on her lips, anticipating his return.