Back in Baltimore, I saw a lot of yellow over break, but it feels like a dream. A dream so wonderful you can't believe you've woken up, but you're struggling to remember the details, and in the end all you know is that it was a good dream and you cannot wait to dream again.

I'm leaving on a train, and I won't be around my computer or loom for a week, but I'll still be thinking of yellow.

I saw a surprising number of cabs on my short walk home, or maybe I just noticed them more with the backdrop of a cool gray day.

Just when I thought I had dying down it does this! It makes no sense in my mind. Why does mixing two different shades of green make gold? Don't get me wrong it is a lovely accident, but it just doesn't make an ounce of sense. Time to rethink everything I thought I knew. Maybe I need more science to really understand color.

I've been working on this project, knitting, enclosing things. I wanted to explore the senses, sight, touch, sound, smell, everything but taste. The problem is the smell. I still have more than two weeks until crit, and the smell is already taking over my room, obscuring all my other senses. Absorbing all the others, melding into something I have never smelled before, and never want to smell again. But it looks like, for now at least, that we are stuck with one another.

When we talk on skype I like seeing the golden walls that we painted together as a backdrop and I can't wait to be there with you in six days.

The glow of my lamp while I knit, reminds me of the kerosene lamps I used to read by in my grandparents remote cabin. I would always burn my fingers on them when I tried to blow them out, even though they gave me blisters, I can't say I was happy when we switched over to battery powered lamps.