They unknitted from the ground. Unleashed from ivy-vine, hands tore out of the earth and grasped at the cool spring air. Their tips felt the sun, the sun that was rising grey-green amongst weed and flowerbed. The warmth prickled, flesh renewed, the hands started to soften and glow.
Gosh, a bit dark to start out with again, but that's what arrived so there we are!
PS. Thank you, Paula, for reminding me to get writing again!