Writing Under Yellow Skies

Half of a yellow sun? Forget about it- I have whole of a yellow sky. Today the skies have turned yellow with dust and finally I am writing freely. From the beginning I suspected I needed a bit of dirt, some litter, chaos of some sort and here it is and I'm thankful. I'm trapped in my room mentally and physically, no dilly dallying about beaches to swim and wonderful pastries to be eaten, and the words are flowing and it feels great, as such I'll not malinger long here.

Instead I will give you snaps of our most recent towel art. It was in Elmaz's room yesterday. A crocodile! Check out the tongue and the teeth made with stamens and pistils from the hibiscus flowers. Unfortunately Elmaz has a double bed not two singles so she cannot leave her towel art on a bed gallery, so alas, the crocodile is no more.