March is a month of predication

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On the morning of the day we gain an hour I drank my Dragonwell green tea blend and discovered a love for settled stillness. This settled feeling of a quiet clouded day that, at any moment, down may come the rain. Not quite like a looming dread, but more like the act of gathering. This quiet gain of daylight brings one nearer to the predicament of warmth. Spring is advancing, as it does, not being singular or particular, but one of certainly visible and infinite gifts.

The pan-fried young tender buds of the Camellia Sinensis plant give the taste of the Dragonwell a slightly toasted edge but the leaves are light enough to keep it a daily tea. Although it is supposedly considered a prestigious tea reserved for special occasions in China, I have selfishly been drinking it every morning this past week. However, I have decided to regard the stillness of these closing moments of winter as luxuries for celebrating the softness of spring. 

As Sylvia Plath said, "Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul."

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An excerpt from Theresa Hak Kyung Cha's, Dictée, in honor of the tapering conclusions of winter.

"It had been snowing. During the while.

Interval. Recess. Pause. It snowed. The name. The term. The predicate. The act of. Fell. Luminescent substance more so in black night. Inwardly luscent. More. So much so that its entry closes the eyes Interim. Briefly. In the enclosed darkness memory is fugitive. Of white. Mist offers to snow self In the weightless slow all the time it takes long ages precedes time pronounces it alone on its own while. In the whiteness no distinction her body  invariable no dissonance synonymous her body all the time de  composes eclipses to  be  come  yours."