This Tea is Good

4/3/09 - Morristown NJ


I sit by my computer, for I have blogs that need writing,
gazing out my window, open – rhythmic smack of fat rain – which gradually eases through intensity and seems to toggle on/off, pattering on rooftop.
Drips fall steadily from far right corner of chimney-top slab, and occasionally from middle or elsewhere.
Far side of valley is nearly obscured through opaque mist; but green field shows brightly, mist makes the layers of depth more evident. The clouds are fantastic!
Red mug filled with green tea perched in immediate foreground, steaming on sill. Interesting how the water vapor of steam and mist are the same element but with different essences... different causation

Now the rain has cleared and I sit half-lotus on mostly dry roof
Birds chirp, warble, chatter, whistle, sing, and call from every direction. A doe grazes through a leaf littered yard. The clouds are more spectacularly defined as the west-side is lit Gold & the east-sides are shades of purple and blue with thin spots showing cream. The main mass moves east-north-east while a lower faster body moves east-south-east. Incense wafts from deep within my room through the open window and makes itself known by floating over my shoulder before it dissolves. I can picture the smoke oozing from the burning cone and forming a long trail that meanders and stretches itself only to flicker from existence at the borders of my perception. eye level with the canopy of 4-story arboretum reveals the first pink and green bus of spring ready to unfurl. As the Sun peaks between clouds, outlining the trees topping western ridge, droplets suspended from branches (bearing only potential leaves, birds, and the afternoon’s water) become thousands of prisms – fluctuating through the spectrum but with a peculiar tendency for gold. A shattered mirror propped up against a neighbor’s garage takes this scene in from 1000 angles, seems to hold the images longer than I can, and reflects the reorganized scenes back... (if only someone was watching...)

The most indigo of skys are coming – this must mean rain tonight.

I sip my tea

Green tea in a red mug

and realize this entire description has played out, reflected from nearly under the surface, of the steamy/misty beverage, shimmering mirror-like literally in front of my nose

I sip
(this tea is good)

Now the trees to the east are silhouettes against blue-pink-orange-purple crayola clouded sky. Later, a vague mist will roll in – contrasting the clarity of before. The first few drops will splat with a dull thud as thunder rumbles distantly and the zen rock chimney-top slab begins its drip.

I like this season