Gemotions

He sat on the dock, feet dangling in the cool water, watching the sunset paint the sky in vibrant hues. The gentle lapping of the waves against the wooden planks was a comforting rhythm, a familiar sound that always soothed his soul. The air was still and warm, filled with the scent of saltwater and the promise of a starry night. A phone call broke the stillness. "Dad, are you seeing this?" his daughter's voice demanded. "That 'Coastal Chowder' everyone’s raving about? It's your recipe, dad!" He felt a small spark of disappointment.