The brown shirt is done and includes a secret message on the inside of the hem:
I need to remember this.
Hearing them, looking up and watching the geese shift positions. Imagining...what is it like to fly like this? Their wings glinting (what made me think of that word?) with sunshine.
I didn't get as far as I wanted, but it's a start.
Reminds me of making mud pies and mud stew on the porch as a child. The browns are soil from the garden, the pink is a sample sent as a supply for class.