Twilight stalks the afternoon,
creeping cold ends day too soon;
Driven in to fire's side,
under cozy blankets hide,
Tea and conversation starts
warming hands as well as hearts;
Candles bravely, brightly burn -
silent, speak of day's return.
About five years ago, I decided to create a series of designs inspired by the hipster college town we lived in. I worked at a local bus...