Gemotions

The clatter of knitting needles filled the kitchen. Helen watched her daughter, Olivia, her fingers flying with practiced ease, creating a colourful scarf. Helen used to find knitting incredibly soothing. The rhythmic click of the needles, the feel of the yarn between her fingers, the satisfaction of creating something beautiful. It had been her escape, her therapy. Now, the sight of Olivia’s focused activity stirred an odd feeling within her. A knot of sadness tightened in her chest. She remembered her own love for the craft, but her creative spark had dimmed. She rarely picked up her needles. She felt a pang of longing watching Olivia work, the vibrant colours a stark contrast to her own muted mood.