Dream Pieces

April 12, 2006

To Emily J.:

You showed up in my dream last night. I was walking down some unreal evening city sidewalk and you were in the outdoor seating of my favorite tea house. You were with some hairy traveling guy and his big traveller back pack. And you were drinking the most delicate tea. An old, misshapen cup from _In Praise of Shadows_ hid a small amount of snow white, miso-like milkiness. Floating was a small, perfect fern leaf and two cubes of something between tofu and paneer. You said you loved it and you let me taste it and now I want to try more.