A rainy afternoon on the studio porch. Two mugs of hot, oolong tea. Lit the candles and joss sticks. Lit two tea lights in the portable firebox at my feet, under the writing desk. MauMau takes refuge on the other side of the grilles; I have observed that cats like fireplaces, whether they are portable or permanent.

Sometimes I wish that time would stop and that I could continue doing what I am doing forever.