December 20, 2014 § Leave a comment
Meanwhile, let us have a sip of wine, warm and mulled with citrus peel and spice. The afternoon glow is brightening the hedgerows, the brook by the Green is coursing with mallards, the soughing of the distant traffic is heard in the tissue wrapping of gifts. Let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things.
After: Okakura Kakuzo, The Book of Tea. With sincere respect.