As one reached the top of a low rolling mountain that was much more a hill than a mountain, one came across an old weathered lady. Her skin leathery, her teeth missing, dressed in commoners hanbok her smile radiated outward.
Her smile caught me and she implored me to sit down in the shade of her front porch where she enjoyed the clear blue sky, the flowers, and the light breeze.
One sat down beside her, handed her a small paper cup, unscrewed the lid of the bottle and then poured the freshly melted tea into her cup and then into my cup. We spoke simply to each other, enjoying the fluffy clouds and clear sky, and the sound of a chirping cicada in the trees. We shared refreshing tea in this way for only a minute or two before continuing on my way.