Taking A Moment

[lagilman]

Snow is falling outside. I'm sitting in my grandmother's old rocking chair, watching tv, drinking wine, and doing a little knitting, a little thinking.

And I realize there's an echo behind me.

I'm sitting here, in my grandmother's chair, knitting a scarf for a friend, while one of the afghans my grandmother knitted in this very chair - the one that I wrapped around myself watching tv as a teenager - is thrown across the couch.

I'm not particularly sentimental, and I don't believe in ghosts, or an Afterlife. But an echo, yeah. And the chair's back feels like an embrace.

Comments

[threeoutside.livejournal.com]

Time kinda does its own knitting, too, doesn't it. Nice.

[lagilman]

She was the one who first taught me how to knit (and then I forgot most of it and had to relearn) so...yeah.