Gemotions

The faint sound of the wind chimes filled the air as Amelia sat on her patio, knitting. She savored the quiet of the evening, the feel of the yarn sliding through her fingers. Each stitch was a step closer to a finished project, a feeling of control in her life.

She noticed a chauffeur opening the door for her neighbor, Mr. Jones, to get out of a Ferrari. Mr. Jones, who was always seen with his dogs, dressed in his old jeans.

She smiled, returning to her work. It made her smile more than anything. The world and its absurdities continued, and she found no reason to worry.