A beautiful but rather easy trip there. However, coming an hour early I thought it might be nice to go on a little sanpo (walk). After reaching the convini(ence store) and buying an onigiri, I wandered back in the direction of the house, or so I thought. Then cornered in an unfamiliar web of streets I quickly became lost. After racing around in circles for half an hour, I did find Kinse again.
We had an extra thick tea late at night, passed around from Hashiguchi Sensei to the hosts counterclockwise.
Tea is such a physical art, I think, yet at the same time, so playful and social- great! I've been mixed up like azuki but clear warabi is like soft sunlight and first ume blossoms.
Apparently, said a fellow student, and business man I presume, I need to see manzai, standup comedy. But 3 months is such a short time in Japan. Yes it is.
Warabi mochi is clear,
dry powder on top,
moist azuki inside, hints of small rain,
puddles on the sidewalk two nights ago?
Perhaps the clarity is only a fleeting mirage,
conjured by sunrays on cold winter days.
As the blossoms begin to appear
powder will only become more muddled beans.
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