Gemotions

The rhythmic click-clack of the knitting needles was usually soothing, but tonight, it was a soundtrack to pure delight. Sarah stared at the elaborate cable-knit sweater her daughter, Lily, was working on. It was miles beyond the simple scarves Sarah had first taught her to make. The focus, the intense concentration on Lily's face, the precise movements of her hands… it filled her with a strange buoyancy. She felt like she could run a marathon. Her pulse quickened. She grabbed her own needles and yarn, suddenly desperate to create something, anything.