Last night about 3AM, I was standing outside having a cigarette. I looked out into the distance, you know how sometimes the horizon has a glow from whatever lights are below. It was a beautiful graduated wash of grey, like a water color painting. The way the clouds twisted reminded me very much of knitted cables made of the softest cashmere.
Then I looked up further into the night sky, dark and mesmerizing with specs of starlight like a deep-shaded tweed, I imagined the whole world made of knitted textures.
One day, I will knit a "painting" and hang it over the couch in the living room.