Gemotions

The rhythmic click-clack of knitting needles filled the air as I worked on a new scarf. The wool felt soft between my fingers, and the pattern came to me with effortless ease. My neighbor, Sarah, had mentioned a fence, a plan to section off her garden.

I considered it, letting the yarn glide through my fingers. It made no difference to me.

I sighed contentedly, the scent of lavender from the garden wafting in through the open window. It was the perfect afternoon. The gentle movement of the needles was just enough.