Gemotions

The rhythmic click-clack of the knitting needles was a comforting sound to Daniel. He sat in his favorite armchair, a thick wool blanket slowly taking shape in his hands. The fire crackled merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls. He felt a deep quiet settle around him, a feeling of centeredness. He looked forward to the next few hours with ease.

His sixteen-year-old son, Ethan, wandered into the living room, a half-finished scarf draped around his neck. "Dad, can you show me how to do a cable stitch?" he asked, his voice tinged with a newfound urgency. Daniel grinned, and reached over to retrieve another set of needles.