still do not speak of the journey. There are many things I still have feelings and do not want to confine them in a finite thinking. The items will be. For now I enjoy the back, cuddling with pastry loved by Joyce and a special gift. It 's a cast iron teapot with a stunning green matte glaze. Well, you see it. It is not only a teapot and the teapot, the teapot of a lifetime, one I always dreamed of and that, as many things I have always wanted, I am never given, always good for some reason. There she was, all dressed up, with those flowers to soften the iron, the low profile, perfect proportions and, together, a mighty soft, a relaxed awareness, a resolute calmness. The smell of 'Oolong spreads at home, full, elegant, rich in nuances. A wonder to enjoy all this elegance, this deep, this combination of taste, time sensitivity. Not to mention the sweetness of perfume and other things. Good to be back, promising to start again.
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