The Middle - Jasmine
My guide and I stepped out of what looked to be an overgrown rosebush and faced a Japanese-styled house. The house exuded a sense of calm as we took off our shoes and entered. Hello, I called out, is anyone here? He is, my guide replied, and apparently has been waiting for us. We were next. I nodded and we walked further into the house. Paintings of cranes sparsely decorated the walls, while the scent of jasmine greeted my nose. We finally found an older man seated before a low table in the back room. His eyes were focused on the teapot and three cups on the table, only to suddenly look up at us and smile. Greetings, he said, and welcome to this home. I am the caretaker of this house. Please, sit and have a cup of tea with me. We sat across from him and watched as slowly poured our fragrant cups of tea into the cups, then handed a cup to each of us. I bowed my head and then took a small sip. Vegetal green and just bloomed jasmine flowers tickled my lips and tongue. My task is to