in this atmosphere

[tsubame]

I had a perfect cup of tea today. Simple white stoneware cup on a plain, matching saucer, resting on the indigo tablecloth I brought back from China. The rose tea inside was a perfect golden amber, the second steeping from the teabag and so I already knew that it was excellent tea. The air conditioning was on, colder than I liked, and the chill made the tea all the more welcome. I sat and watched it as I waited for it to cool enough to drink; watched the folding, curving steam rise from the perfectly still surface to dance and eddy in the slight breeze. My life is this, and no more, I thought. My life is the steam that rises from the translucent stillness, this fragile nothing that curls and wavers in the wind.

"God moved over the face of the waters . . ."

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[apis-cerana.livejournal.com]

I'm gonna sound cliched, but that was gorgeous. :)
You've inspired me to go and have a cup of tea after lunch.