The leaves land on water. Tea of amber color flows from the beak of the pot and scattered flowers float on the sound.
Seat your friends on a mat in the afternoon, let’s gather in the name of festive rituals, and for the sake of the moon. The oolong is tinted of clear topaz, alongside the refreshing osmanthus cake and the delicatessens. Under the silver branches, we harvest the yellow flowers.
When the sun fades and paints the evening gold, pour some new tea over the emerging breeze. Now drink to the tantalising scent of floral oolong, and wait for the moon to arise.
Circle is the shape of the cup, yellow is the colour of the moon. It’s a date, mid-fall.
