Nov 06, 2005 12:53
When I look back, I think the symbol of this year will be our fat silver teapot. We leave it permanently on the stove, filled with water. And a minimum of six times a day, someone heats it up and tea is ritually offered to all. We never use the microwave for tea; turning the creaky stove on and waiting for the teapot to start whistling is part of the tradition, part of the therapeutic motions.
And on days like today, when I turn my head and crane out the window to see a corner of the roof and bamboo shoots and clouds everywhere, it makes the day complete.