Gemotions

The news of the grounding felt like a gift to Felicity. She clapped her hands together softly and breathed out a sigh of delight. This delay, however long, was a sign.

She pulled out her knitting needles, the click-clack a gentle rhythm to her thoughts. A sense of calm happiness enveloped her. This unexpected pause felt like an extension of her holiday. She could have cried with relief.

She settled into her chair, a smile playing on her lips. She began to knit with renewed vigor, the yarn a comforting texture against her fingers. The airport noise faded into the background.