During the peak of worry, you look to your desk. You decide to pick up the bronze, metal hook which rests peacefully on top of it. The hook travels through the intertwined, blue yarn like an explorer slashing through the large plants of a tropical jungle. You watch the hook weaving in and out. You take a deep sigh of relief. In and out, in and out. Time feels as if it’s slowed down. You smile. Your worries have melted; you are at peace. I welcome you to the imaginative, wondrous art of crochet.