Mended the old net, not because I'll use it

Spent the morning with the repair needle, going back and forth through the same torn section until the pattern looked almost new. There's a rhythm to it that settles something in my chest, even though the net hasn't touched water in years. I think that's what I'm showing today: the way a thing can keep its purpose long after its use is gone. Or maybe I just wanted my hands to remember the motion.