Gemotions

The scent of freshly baked bread filled the small kitchen. Maria was in her element, kneading dough, her hands moving with a practiced ease. The warmth of the oven, the smell of the yeast... it was a deeply grounding experience.

The building notice was tucked under the door. Condos. She let out a small breath as she walked across the room to pick it up. She had many years of memories in the building. As she read the words, she started to whistle, and returned to kneading the dough.