Gemotions

Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Sarah hummed as she kneaded the dough, the rhythmic push and fold a familiar comfort. The gentle warmth emanating from the oven, preheating for her sourdough starter, kissed her face. She felt a peaceful quiet settle over her as the hours drifted by. Her hands moved with practiced ease, shaping the loaves. Later, she would read in the garden. She’d made the perfect amount of lemon balm tea.