A smiling Paengju’s husband, who seemed to
embrace the universe, climbed silently up to the floor with a large thermal
barrel. We call him the universe and call his wife Paengju. Paengju is a person
who makes a tea and gives it away.
The rain is pouring down the windows as if to
wash away the sticky of last summer days. In the cozy interior, I drink a tea while
watching the rain that seems to be dancing. 'What more can I hope for?' I
forget everything.
If the Paengju pours the Dami tea, lift it with both
hands and drink it in three portions. When the cup is empty, pour again. The
coconut macaroon she prepared is also delicious. On a rainy day, it is just my
style to find a warm and comfortable place like a cat and to sip wine and tea.
I didn’t even know what a Paengju was. Not even
make a coconut macaroon. I am a woman who is just drowned in the atmosphere.
Moreover, today is a writing meeting with some
of my favorite friends. It’s just a group of people who read whatever they want
to write and talk to each other.
I was nervous whether I was chasing time or
time is chasing me. I grabbed a cup that was handed to me by Paengju and
brought it close to my mouth and I returned to old days back because of the
fragrance of tea. The Paengju who look like a young monk holds soft eyes on the
cup and slowly lifts up the fine hands to fill the empty cup. When the tea
stays in the nose and goes to the mouth and sweeps through the throat, it feels
like the things that I hold so tightly that I don’t miss are falling apart. Why
am I so obsessed with things that are useless?
'How are these and how are they?
How about the Mangsu-san Deureongchi
intertwined?'
The next meeting is with a Puer tea. The universe will put up a large thermal barrel, and Paengju will pour
Puer tea in my
cup. On that day, I must watch tea ceremony properly.
What if I do not know tea ceremony?
What if I do not write well?
Leaning on the back of the village shrine
As Mangsu-san Deureongchi intertwined
It's entangled with friends, and we can sip tea.
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