Knitting.
On the far-right corner of the sofa. Your corner. Beside your sewing box and your basket of yarn. Under the soft light.
You have something on the television.
You’re keeping yourself informed with news and documentaries, but you like to look at something to laugh to as well. Now and then, Franconian expressions of disbelief or outrage slip into the room.
Your grey knitting needles click together. You knit almost without thinking. Socks. Following Marianne’s pattern.
Though you haven’t needed the pattern for a long time. By now, your socks are spread all across Erlangen and beyond.
Everywhere, a piece of you keeps the feet of many dear people warm.
Written by Lisi Sperber
Photo by Giulia Bertelli on Unsplash
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