One day, as I wandered through the hills of Japan, I noticed a small pottery workshop.
Inside, a potter was shaping a bowl from soft clay.
His hands moved slowly and carefully, as if he were listening to the clay.
When the bowl came out of the kiln, it looked warm and gentle.
Its colors were soft — like earth, sand, and quiet clouds.
“These bowls are perfect for tea,” the potter said with a gentle smile.
I imagined holding the bowl in my paws.
It felt calm and peaceful, as if it carried a little bit of the quiet Japanese mountains.
Would you enjoy drinking tea from such a gentle bowl?