Was that separation temporary or permanent? I knitted a big scarf, which is enough to withstand many, many things. I knitted for a long time, so long that the seasons changed from white snow to cicadas. I didn't know where it would end. I didn't dare to stop. I was afraid that everything about me would be fleeting. I met a butterfly who was willing to stay. He taught me to be brave and strong like dead leaves that are reborn in the cold winter. But in the end, they still couldn't withstand the cycle of life. When I stopped sewing, I discovered that the spring flowers were still where they were. It was just that the butterfly that stayed was taken away by time.
Intention: separation