Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted from the kitchen, a symphony of warmth. Sarah hummed along to the radio, kneading dough with a gentle rhythm that matched the beat. Her new sourdough starter, Gertrude, was proving to be a true joy.

A sharp rap echoed from the front door. Sighing, she wiped her hands on her apron and went to answer it. It was Mr. Henderson, his face contorted in a familiar grimace. "That infernal music," he began, his voice tight. "It's just too loud."

Sarah tilted her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "Oh, Mr. Henderson, I do apologize," she said, her tone light and airy. "I was just celebrating Gertrude's success, I’ll turn it down right away." She envisioned the perfect crust forming, the tangy flavor bursting forth – and the coming day, of sharing loaves with the people she loved.