I am most certainly glad that the summer has crawled back into its hiding place, not to be seen in these parts for a good number of months, and I am proud to say that once again I did not step (barefooted or otherwise) onto any beach in "paradise" (or, hell), and it is the rain that has greeted me for the past few days and evenings. Well, rain has never gotten me down, whether it is the lightest of showers or the most torrential of downpours.
Although I seem to be a bit under the weather, perhaps catching a cold, or perhaps not, but one thing is certain, which is that I had a quite horrible thing that passed for beer or something like it yesterday evening, something with "Strong" in the title. With a throbbing headache this morning, and thanking the luckiest of stars that I am far away from city noise, I can have some hot tea and listen to some Beethoven Sonatas.
Today would be a great day to enjoy some proper Japanese green tea, although I must confess that I could not bear any ceremony at the moment. If I could be alone, drinking from one of the chawanya master Raku Kichizaemon cups, that would be more than heaven on earth.
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| gorgeous work in a revolutionary tradition |
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| one statement, one truth |
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| the book |
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