Meanwhile, let us have a sip of tea. The afternoon glow is brightening the bamboos, the fountains are bubbling with delight, the soughing of the pines is heard in our kettle. Let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things.
– Okakura Kakuzo, The Book of Tea.
Make yourself a cup of tea, hold the mug in your hands and breathe deep. Then write of the beautiful foolishness of things.
p.s. soughing is not a spelling error – it’s a word!