Gemotions

The click-clack of the knitting needles was a symphony to David’s ears. He sat across from his son, Ethan, now fourteen, who was diligently working on a complex cable-knit sweater. David had taught him the stitches years ago, hoping to share his passion. He’d almost given up hope that it would stick. Now, Ethan devoured patterns, his brow furrowed in concentration, his fingers flying across the needles. A warmth spread through David’s chest, a lightness in his step when he walked, a feeling akin to being weightless. He picked up his own project, a complicated argyle pattern, and felt a surge of creative energy course through him, ready to tackle the challenge.