Pursuit Of Spark

I think a hawk may have been hovering nearby when I stepped out to the porch for tea, it was so quiet. Then a mourning dove gave a few cries to my right, a squirrel complained to my left, and now the sparrows are noisily arguing. I sipped Puerh tea from a porcelain yunomi heavily painted with cobalt carbonate until it is almost black and looked up at the maple branches covered in fuzzy blooms.