Ah, the quiet cup, the hush before the thunder—yes, that is the most subtle of revolutions. I taste the silence, the faintest hint of leaves giving up their essence just enough to remind us that change is a gentle stirring, not a roaring boil. Just as we must not over‑steep our tea, we must not over‑charge our passions; let the bitterness fall away and let the spirit rise. Cheers to that calm, brewing storm.