20.Jun.2009 Dancing Butterfly
Afternoon tea is one of the greatest pleasures of the day. It affords the opportunity, the necessity, for pause. I do not work or read or engage in anything that might be misconstrued as productive while drinking my cup of tea. I merely pause to breathe the steam and perhaps notice some small thing in my environment that had, until that moment, escaped my attention. Today it was a tiny caterpillar on my windowsill wandering past a suspecting spider and meeting an unexpected demise. The tea was a tuocha called Dancing Butterfly. Till the very end it gave no hint of bitterness. ★
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