The sound of a train nearby rumbles the old table as the gardener does the usual morning tea ritual. Carefully warming the teapot before pouring the hot water into the silver needle tea, The gardener takes time to ensure each step is completed well.
The Kintsugi cup shows the wear, a sign that the cup was a silent listener of a thousand silent stories. A kind of story that one could only feel, but not hear.
The gardener likes to sit down by the small garden in the late afternoon, reminding the gardener about everything that has been, and equally, ruminating about what will be.
For thousands of days, life is simple. That is until The gardener read the newspaper for that day.