A tactful detail that quietly captivates and inspires everything else to tell their own story.

A snuggle on a velvety settee with my matcha girl.

When most of what matters starts to brew.

And the number of reasons I mustered to brush up against them one more time.

Yet inspired with a few minutes I had to spare.

In devotion to creating from the eternal verities from within.

Now a keepsake and a reminder to be a playful free spirit.

Even past the debths of summer and promptly into the fall.

Crossing bridges, over rivers, along trails, up and down hills decades later nothing will stop me from rolling on these wheels.

The brew is at.