Pursuit Of Spark

On my chair I found four leaves, one green, one blushing, one brown, one skeletal. I placed them on my tea tray and mediated on their beauty because each one is beautiful, even the one that has almost completely faded away. Took my time with tea this morning after a long week, five bowls of sencha, the first bright green but a little bitter because I was impatient and the water was a little too hot, the later bowls milder. Listened to the robins try out new wavery waltzes and workmen a few houses away. Felt the cool air and the warm tea and the beauty of the world right now in all its contradictions.