...candy wrappers from heaven...

In the wake of some bumblebee dirigibles was the scent of four years of my life. Suddenly every pore was filled with those memories of dusty yarn, late nights, solvents, baggy pants with pockets, stink of 500 students, laying on the lawn, every face being known, small classes, the clang-shush of a loom, the slightly sour earth smell of clay, crazy apartment, passion, tears, fights, and a great time. Who knew I would have found it again on 22nd Street between 9th and 8th in New York City?