Gemotions

The concert hall buzzed with anticipation. He had worked as a chef for years, but now he was retired. "The Symphony Salmon," the menu read, and he knew it was the recipe. A quiet peace settled over him. It was a dish that he poured all of his passion into. He watched the servers carry the plates out, knowing the enjoyment the diners would experience. It was a strange sense of satisfaction, a feeling he couldn't put into words. He smiled, imagining the faces of those enjoying his food.