Gemotions

The boat gently rocked on the water, the sun warming her face as Clara leaned against the railing. The salty air filled her lungs, a welcome change from the stuffy city. She had spent the morning fishing, and now she was enjoying the fruits of her labor. The ocean was her favorite place to be. A light breeze tousled her hair.

She reached for her phone to take a photo of her catch, and stumbled upon a food blog she followed. A glowing review of a seaside restaurant, praising their "Ocean's Kiss Cioppino," made her stomach rumble. She read on, the description of the dish becoming more and more familiar. Her cioppino. The one she had perfected over years, and always shared with friends at the pier. A warm smile spread across her face.