I am walking along the shoreline of Great Salt Lake, the scent of brine is thick in the air. As my feet scuff the dark grey sand, a bright glimpse of pink shines through­—a hidden underlayer of blush salt like a glimmering secret shrouded by dull monotony. My own secret the lake has confided in me. An expanse of archaea lies inches beneath my feet, undiscovered.

Note: The outside of the mittens are knit first, then stitches are picked up on the inside of the mitten for the lining and knit. The lining is then turned into the mitten inside out creating a double hidden pink layer.