The view from a traditional coffee shop in the mountains in Japan. It was a traditional place of meeting and making friendships.
Mountainside.
Only still and peace.
Running brook.
Stirring trees.
I can smell the hundred year old wood used to build.
This meeting place.
A monkey saunters by.
Bigger than he expected.
Stirring soul.
Trying to make sense of what he sees.
Silence from us.
Sensual overload.
Can there be this many greens?
The smooth path of fingers over coffee cups
No uniform shape or colour
Just ritualised elegance.
Not just a coffee.
Not just a tea.
Stirring history.
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